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.
Tag: reflections
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.
Keystroke Stories 