A mismatched pair of big & small crocs in the sand…
At times the misty greys are so think I can’t tell where the hauntingly beautiful woods start or end;
Or how fragile the webs we weave are. The bright green patches, some deep unknown valleys & still many tidy & organised rows.
I’m stretching my arms out to the warmth; living inside even though my bark seems dead.
It’s the sunflower yellows that still captivate me and remind me just how alive we really are.
I am amazed by your quiet talents of capturing the moment.