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The light in your photos reminds me of the quality of light in the West, in Idaho, where I grew up. It is okay here in Michigan, on the shores of Lake Huron, but I miss the mountains, and the hurtful blues and golds in a September day in the mountains with the cobalt and cerulean sky with the gold of quaking aspens and tamaracks!

And these rose hips are just begging to made into jelly or fruit paste!

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