they say silence is golden. but fixed on the shore beneath a blank canvas of soft gray ... CONTINUED

the cool desert air feels crisp as an evening breeze kisses my skin and invigorates these ... CONTINUED

from within the prison of desire i reach out blindly for your voice whispered in the darkest ... CONTINUED

I'm still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate ... CONTINUED

framed in white lilies she stood by the garden gate. shafts of late afternoon sunshine slanted ... CONTINUED

she paused by the garden gate framed in sunflowers. morning light kissed her face, flaming her ... CONTINUED

the morning sun breaks above the trees. she stands ankle deep in a stagnant pond, her bare ... CONTINUED