autumn comes late and only to selective locations in this part of the world - looked down to see fallen leaves lying wistfully on the grass
in the summertime, speeding past miles and miles of hay stacks along a highway in the central valley
saw a back end of a horse through the trees whilst taking a stroll on a nearby mountain
the inevitable marine fog rolling into our fair city by the bay on a late afternoon
night-time scene from a room with a view
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