Shocks of corn stand forlorn.
Sere, they yearn for their lost Spring.
We fell in love with magical Patzcuaro in Michoacan, Mexico. So in 2004 we renovated an abandoned house from which to enjoy this colonial pueblo with its Purhepecha Indian presence.
3 comments:
I yearn for Spring too, and it´s usually the worst time of year here.
Yes, one must yearn for a metaphoric Spring...
An EXCELLENT photo!
Cold over here on the east side of Mexico as well!
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