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That's Indian Arm under there. Sometimes we wake up to boats blasting their foghorns.
20 October 2008 | Permalink
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Beautiful and serene. Great beginning to any day.
20 October 2008 at 11:11 AM
I'm sure I don't need to remind you how blessed you are to be surrounded by such beauty every single day!
Amy H. |
20 October 2008 at 11:24 AM
in whalley, i usually wake up to the crack of a gunshot, ambulance/police sirens, or a helicopter flying overhead looking for a man on the run.
20 October 2008 at 05:52 PM
Makes me a bit homesick... :-)
Erica Feunekes |
20 October 2008 at 06:12 PM
for whalley, erica? i don't blame you. the livin' is easy here...
20 October 2008 at 07:10 PM
Ummm, actually, I meant Martina's photo made me a bit homesick... not the lack of gunshots here... It's beautiful here, but in a very different way than BC.
Erica Feunekes |
21 October 2008 at 04:50 PM
That's a pic to be framed - the colors are so beautiful.
21 October 2008 at 09:22 PM
may I move in please?
22 October 2008 at 05:49 PM
Thats pretty awesome.
26 October 2008 at 10:34 PM
Nothing but pure beauty.
Mary Smith |
26 October 2008 at 10:36 PM
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