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Santa Monica beach, Los Angeles

My Gallery Feature 164Here are some of these features!

Springtime 101 by Berlin-Steglitz
Springtime 102 by Berlin-Steglitz
Along the way of a dream 2 by Nao1967
Field of dream by Olga17
Pine tree... seashore... by mixuls
Seashore... pines... by mixuls
Happy Easter !!!!! by natureguy
Easter Muskrat ? by natureguy
Smaug's Lair by eegariM
Two Bathed Rocks by eegariM
Burnout by eegariM
stocked by CapnDeek373
not showing his cotton tail by CapnDeek373
The Spectacular Spider-Man! by CurtisGwin
portrait by Nimbue
wish you were here by Nimbue
The Cross by OliverInk
There Shall Be Signs In The Sun! by OliverInk
EASTER 2020 by JACAC
A Sense Of Symmetry by MoodyBlue
Welcome to the Ventura Harbor Village by DCZShostkey87259
Boats at the Ventura Harbor by DCZShostkey87259

What the Dickens...." LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes--gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another's umbrellas, in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, a

Description
Santa Monica beach, Los Angeles

My Gallery Feature 164Here are some of these features!

Springtime 101 by Berlin-Steglitz
Springtime 102 by Berlin-Steglitz
Along the way of a dream 2 by Nao1967
Field of dream by Olga17
Pine tree... seashore... by mixuls
Seashore... pines... by mixuls
Happy Easter !!!!! by natureguy
Easter Muskrat ? by natureguy
Smaug's Lair by eegariM
Two Bathed Rocks by eegariM
Burnout by eegariM
stocked by CapnDeek373
not showing his cotton tail by CapnDeek373
The Spectacular Spider-Man! by CurtisGwin
portrait by Nimbue
wish you were here by Nimbue
The Cross by OliverInk
There Shall Be Signs In The Sun! by OliverInk
EASTER 2020 by JACAC
A Sense Of Symmetry by MoodyBlue
Welcome to the Ventura Harbor Village by DCZShostkey87259
Boats at the Ventura Harbor by DCZShostkey87259

What the Dickens...." LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes--gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another's umbrellas, in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, a