Lost Finding Lost

We lose ourselves deep into the blur of nature. lost finding lost for the king prize of reflections amongst¬†twisting trails, shadows, leaves, and winter’s thaw.

Wee Hours of Morning

If I must meet you atop dark frozen waters contorting my body like a game of twister while I tremble from the cold of winter, I will.

Painted Water

The sunset of brush strokes have captured a movement of water and cloudscape sky.

Mirror Mirror

This evenings sunset, full of awe, wonder, and mirror images.