The paddle up to Sharpham on a late winter day. The dark trees and still water are framed by the faded red of my kayak and the pink of my cold hand just visible as I shade the lens from the low sun through the trees.
The paddle up to Sharpham on a late winter day. The dark trees and still water are framed by the faded red of my kayak and the pink of my cold hand just visible as I shade the lens from the low sun through the trees.