Just a quiet evening.
Sometimes it’s better by the sea, but most times it sucks just as much.
Sunset on the bay.
Morning out my window.
The magic hour in the swamps.
The long drive home
Just a light
Somewhere in the swamps of Jersey.
"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason."
Ernest Hemingway (via coolisacolor)
