A geographically opposite metropolis trails the previous post and practically parallels — with spells of splendid weather. Definitely “winning” I hate (but have) to say — to see the two best seasons in one month is truly a blessing.
Below reveals some of the mystery contents of a Sniper’s lunch box – the one-hour slot when I lurk down a block in the CBD snapping the bulk of my shots. Mid-day meals are sacrificed in order to feed an obsession instead. Over years of this practice my body has adapted to consider it natural (it seems).