I recall being an author, journalist, photographer, truffle grower, climate change writer, magazine editor and publisher, but who can be sure?
Born at 313ppm
The lens (Canon RF14-35 f4L) escaped damage, beyond a bit of dust from her beak. Maybe she knew I'd had scrambled ostrich egg for breakfast. Just desserts, to mix my meals?
The lens (Canon RF14-35 f4L) escaped damage, beyond a bit of dust from her beak. Maybe she knew I'd had scrambled ostrich egg for breakfast. Just desserts, to mix my meals?
From the high Alps.
From the high Alps.
(1979)
(1979)
Pickles is not now, nor has he ever been, a lap cat, but on this most moist morning he needs his human company. And who am I to complain?
Pickles is not now, nor has he ever been, a lap cat, but on this most moist morning he needs his human company. And who am I to complain?
#capturedwithIndigo
#capturedwithIndigo