The morning after a 30-hour intercontinental travel day, I woke up at 0830 and drove nine hours to a place I'd sworn off a second time. Why? Oh, I have my reasons. Apprently, though, the combined trips compeltely demolished any photographic skill I might have otherwise had. Bad composition, ahoy! (This is roll 21 of the post-last-ones numbering).
 
 

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