My sisters and I were told of a magnificent Redwood forest that grows up in Big Sur in California. Without a map and without a guide we set off in search of it. What we found was more beautiful than anything. The trees were as tall as giants and they were hidden by secretive mountains covered in a misty blanket. We saw only a few souls seeking the solitude (or the company) of those trees and so we made it our little playground. To explore and to photograph. One day I will go back…
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This elderly couple took a photo in their small garden outside their house for every season of the year, come rain, snow or shine.
They stood in the same spot for every season and showed off their beautiful little garden, which they were obviously very proud of.