Grindelwald, Switzerland: In Photos
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Strasbourg, France: In Photos
Oooooh! Emily: Your photos make me miss the grandeur of the Oregon coast. The first photo is fabulous.
ReplyDeleteI just read about Cascade Head a bit south of where these photos were taken. So many beautiful cliffs and bays and hideaways. Will be back!
DeleteOh, Emily, these photos are exquisite. The one of the boys (cousins?) by the fence is absolute poetry.
ReplyDeleteYes, cousins. So satisfying to watch them already amazed by their world.
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