The new moon, just slipped away.
The sky is broken, with stars and cloud, and then that deep black emptyness we get up here. I have a feeling that this may be the last warm eve of the season. The forecast talks of snow in the high country. Not what I really wanted to hear.
I like this shot, portraying the random, broken, double yellow line, a hint showing that maybe, possibly, or rather hopefully, some rules are not forever. Eventually constraint will pass, and even if only briefly, life opens up into freedom.
Maybe it's a passing zone.
Or maybe, just a place where a person can change direction. Legally.
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