Whether up high, or down low, they all follow the sun. Reaching, adoring, but the sun moves on without ever glancing. She has a schedule to keep.
Jaunty man about town
Some boys know to flaunt it if they’ve got it. How I wish the sun had been shining on those glorious bronze feathers.
No need to scratch the surface
It never ceases to amaze me how much there is to see, if only we look.
Watchful eye
Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?
Abundance
When the wind stirs the branches I am showered in petals, and yet there seems no shortage of blossoms.
Vibrant
The green against the starkness of the black, white, and red make this one of my favourite shots.
I see the dinosaur in you
