Sara recorría a buen ritmo los metros que, desde donde aparcó el coche, la separaban de la dirección que Mark le había proporcionado. A pesar del paraguas los bajos de sus pantalones empezaban a empaparse. Maldita lluvia.
(Open Rp) Everyone was afraid of me. Icy blue eyes were a sign of insanity, and freckles were trapped souls. I was left alone in my thoughts, never having a reason to speak. I wanted to change that. I wanted to change it all.
Tree Foregrounded in a Soap Bubble Trees reflected in a soap bubble. I'm amazed at how the tree at the top seems so foregrounded. I've been experimenting with ISO and aperture today. I love the sharpness of the tree here and how you can actually see shadows on the trunk and branches.