The world of the only one

A lone parasailing expedition overlooks the setting sun as it embarks on a journey with the waves unfurling beneath.

A lone para-sailing expedition overlooks the setting sun as it embarks on a journey with the waves unfurling beneath.

Lost for words looking at a little creature trying to make most of its early morning bread.

Lost for words looking at a little creature trying to make most of its early morning bread.

The snow-clad peaks, the chilly winds, the gorgeous ridges. The lone white horse- no longer tethered, grazes across the green meadows.

The snow-clad peaks, the chilly winds, the gorgeous ridges. The lone white horse- no longer tethered, grazes across the green meadows.

“A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky."-  Maya Angelou

“A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.”- Maya Angelou

“Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert

This post is in response to Daily Post’s Weekly Photography Challenge-One

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