I Hang The Bird Feeder
seasons are a language I understand.after winter, comes springand then thehatchlingnestlingfledglingflying today,i hang the bird feedernot for the birds but to ...
Tag: life on the move
The Gallerist
At the gallerybeauty & weirdnessjostle for attention;a dare to express If I were a painterwhat would I depict? Strangeness of the worldwe live in or beauty ...
Good Weather
Blue is the colour of skyDelicious a taste of sunshineIn the absence of rainWind holds its breath Oh, the sweet suspension!Nature writes each linePresents all e...