The Hampsher
The ramblings of a small-town innkeeper.
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Gloaming
gloam·ing
noun
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ˈ
glō-miŋ\
:
twilight; dusk
I pulled over to the side of the road, climbed a fence, and waded through waist-deep weeds to get these shots. But it was worth it.
I'd hate to miss any moment of this season that I love so dearly.
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