the rolling mountains are green with grass and flowers in California — 4/3/10 – 134
Browsing: nature
shaded shadows on the dappled lawn convey a canvas of deepening green as cool breezes kiss the growing grass and whisper the return of spring — 3/29/10 – 128
beneath a stretching violet sky the setting sun brings evening nigh the clouds burnt orange in crimson fashion set fire the heavens and the passion inside me as i awestruck behold the flaming majesty pictured bold and humbled i fall on my knees so still and silent neath the trees…
raindrops on daffodils and sunshine bright while little girls laugh and giggle for sight of furry little animals dressed up in white — 3/4/10 – 100
its a golden hour, a flitting flower and it blooms in the morning light then takes off on a merry flight til landing softly on the heather it makes a song of the fine fine weather and laughs for joy and merry fun and lifts its head to see the…
the cold cast of moonlight fell on the frozen ground bright light and pale shadow in stark and bitter relief — 2/24/10 – 92
the drizzle of rain was heard outside my bedroom window soft water falling softly on the world heralding life and spring to follow — 2/21/10 – 89
a pale sky looms above your head cold winds blow against your face the silence of dreams echo loudly and doubt beats against your will yet you stand with your feet set and defiant you gaze into the deep to win or die, you set your jaw and give no…
soft sunset light falling golden, a tree lined horizon dappled in colors pink, red and orange, till fading the sun falls beneath the distant curve of the earth and all is cloaked in gloaming.
ah winter, my dear sullen mistress with your gray moods and windy days will you not look kindly on my face and listen softly of thy grace till all is well and you displace with love, if not warmth, the displeasure that you feel towards me? — 2/4/10 – 72…
Eastern Gartersnake (thamnophis sirtalis sirtalis) found in Great Falls National Park
the bare not barren trees wrestle with the whipping wind and the bustle is brisk, the cold sharp as winters grey skies threaten rain
go my brother, where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra see my brother, the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees and watch the desert sand dance across the dulcet dunes feel my brother, the soft touch of…
what flies against the distant lee in the meadow by the bay who waits beyond the great oak tree with hair like fire and eyes dark grey smell the evening fresh like clover sitting in the woodland shadow whispery kisses in your bower your laugh peals out like a flower…