Monday, October 31, 2016
At Random
Sometimes I shoot at random, without deliberate purpose, rhyme or reason. Perhaps the greatest shots are done this way.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Saturday, October 8, 2016

She calls out, beckoning,
come my dear
be with me
be with me
the wind carries her whispers through the trees
come my dear, be with me
the birds sing her melody
...and harmonize
...and harmonize
come my dear, be with me
the sun lights a path
summoning, drawing forth
summoning, drawing forth
come my dear, be with me
delicate petals hypnotize
with the aroma of her fragrance
with the aroma of her fragrance
come my dear, be with me
She tempts with a taste of bittersweet succulence
come my dear, be with me
the air seduces with her touch
come my dear, be with me
I am overcome by the power of her beauty
I have gone to be with her.
Monday, October 3, 2016
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