
Up and over

The wind blows

The clouds move

I stand still


Up and over

The wind blows

The clouds move

I stand still



In the blink of an eye it all just spings to life.


Thanks Mom.

At sunset the bird sang one last song before the frogs began.

Conversing with giants kinda makes your neck sore but oh what stories they can tell.


Up and down a little stream a kingfisher rattles in flight.

Life forms often overlooked become revealed.
A humbling experience appreciated.

Trees in threes.

Just seem to please the eye.

As well as instill a sense of wonder and awe.

Listening to a pair of pacific wren sing a back and forth turned a simple duet into a symphony.

As the clouds move in from above the water flows below.
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