Phoenix Hillwood Berry Farm, Tasmania From death and decay,rises blossoming fruit, life,bearing decadence. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Autumn bleeds Yellow, orange, red—the becoming of autumn,bleeding out through leaves. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Greetings! Sunshine raining down,a lovely kiss good morning:roadside raspberries. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
The dot One of the many churches in Goulburn, New South Wales A blemish-free sky,made up with strong foundation—a birth mark, the moon. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
The burning Pop, pop, crackle, pop,sound of tiny hearts breaking:trees felled for firewood. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...