Wednesday, May 14, 2014

a nod from yesterday.

come to me.

dainty mushrooms

everything i don't understand is a mystery.

a flash from yesterday.

the frequency of change.

i must find a name for these.

i really want a know you.

i'm so pleased.

it never gets old does it.

lacking tails we wag our tongues but often mean something different.

this natural stillness, this calm, keen attention.

 path of oaks.

softly repeating. 
bird of brilliant orange.

the garden path.

the thorn tree.

still water.

will you not be throwing objets today?

the green tower.

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