Birth Sunflowers in the making Slicing through packed earth,seeds crack open to first leaves—children of the sun. 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...
I spy Among greenery,in quiet contemplation,human-watching bird. 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...
Growing up Storm clouds gathering,taking off against the wind—child leaves parents’ home. 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...
Empty Cross-section of a bamboo plant Inside all of us,hollow spaces full of void—we are bamboozled. 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...
Treasure Hidden balls of gold—scattered throughout my garden—edible treasures. 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...