Nature speaks. She whispers with a breeze, a pattering of rain.....in the colors of the rising sun. I listen and see and want to capture it all.
What a beautiful connection
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
A peek at the moon
The moon was peeking at me through Mom's river birch branches the night I went to see her. I took it as a sign that the surgery ahead for her was going to be successful.....and it was.
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