night sky

the frigid moonscape tonight makes my heart burn...

growing moon

again the moon she rises to the skies....full again soon~

seeing...dreaming...

~i can remember
i walked into your dream
and now i've forgotten how to dream
my own dream
all of our secrets
all but one
i escape into
your escape into
our very favorite nightscape
it's across the sky
and across my heart
breadcrumbs lost
under the snow...

impossible

it isn't what they say about you, it's what they whisper~
E. Flynn

cold night...warm heart~

any minute now

i am expecting to wake up from a dream

the softest touch

dreamin' of you...

when everything was right...

music joins our souls...

brings our hearts together~

as always, you make me smile with your touch...

sometimes i don't know where this is taking me

i try to kill the pain

we fly...

sandlewood scent takes me to the past

i am in those woods

far away from here

flames flicker~

oooooh...it is cold out this morn

sliver of the moon...

you energized my soul last night...

moon followed me...

my moon lit path~

sparks before the fire...

through the trees I see...

evening illuminations...

waiting for you...time passes

sitting next to you~

droplets...thankful for the rain~

it's wet and damp here today...

outside shooting photos in the early morning light...

I'm doing better...next to the unsalted cashews

valve

happy birthday!

no monkeying around please!

winter skies are arriving...

facing north east...

leaves on the trail to my favorite lake...

if only you could sit here with me...

4 girls on the beach...

more dessert!

mmmm...dessert!

he found a box of treasure...

lines.....

tiny little leaf veins...so exquisite!

fabric...no stitch!

heart within...

recycling tradeoffs...

garden scultures are coming inside for the winter...

color is falling fast...

his thoughts were elsewhere...

rabbit dream...

all i ever do...

morning java

yes...it's been a while...

a little unsure....

the psychological drama begins....

obedient hair....

cabinet of the mind.....

curiosity cabinet....corridors to the mind

anticipating inservice....

the shell in her lap gave her the ocean.....

thinking about thinking again.....

I told you they would come......

crow on dead tree