While walking back to my building, I looked up and spotted these persimmons on a tree next to the path. I aimed upward and took a couple quick shots.
As winter approaches and the leaves start to wither and fall again, I'm reminded of this line from someone called levelbest:
"It is not my job to create beauty. It is my job to witness it, to frame it, and tell the story of it. Even in tragedy there is a glimpse of humanity, just as at night there is a promise of the dawn."
As winter approaches and the leaves start to wither and fall again, I'm reminded of this line from someone called levelbest:
"It is not my job to create beauty. It is my job to witness it, to frame it, and tell the story of it. Even in tragedy there is a glimpse of humanity, just as at night there is a promise of the dawn."
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