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.

Some boys know to flaunt it if they’ve got it. How I wish the sun had been shining on those glorious bronze feathers.

It never ceases to amaze me how much there is to see, if only we look.

Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?

When the wind stirs the branches I am showered in petals, and yet there seems no shortage of blossoms.

The green against the starkness of the black, white, and red make this one of my favourite shots.