Last light over the Pacific. 2008 has been a wonderful year, and soon its last light will be fading too. From Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s Ring Out, Wild Bells: Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
This shot is a closeup of water on a countertop.
At the edge of the prairie stood this lone tree…the only one I could see in any direction.
