Late one apocalyptic afternoon, I was staring at the sky…
John Swinburn
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Beer makes EVERYTHING look better, monsieur…
Indeed, Marq, it is from my patio…however, I must confess to a bit of manipulation of the image. It improved the look, much as beer makes my image in the mirror look better. 🙂
Wow! Is that really from your patio?!?!? Gorgeous! The view; not you… 🙂