Two shells on the beach. What stories could they tell about where they have been? Where will they go with the next high tide, or will they be picked up and taken to someone’s home?
Evanescent – soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.
Early morning mist on the canal.
I hope these birds have read the sign …
The little bird landed on the edge of the feeder, all unsuspecting – no idea that something had just climbed right inside the box…
Then…. SURPRISE! – out pops the squirrel.
Rooftops of Venice.
Bald Cypress trees in a swamp, Louisiana.
Here’s one of my favourite trees – the weeping willow in the river in a nearby park. It’s bare and brownish all winter, then in March its leaves start to appear as if by magic. Easy peasy.