warmth on a sunflower day

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.

a weed in the grove


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