A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world. Leo Buscaglia
hello? spring? are you there?
the dawn looks like a magic amber beacon at the end of the road.
An evening at the park quickly turned into a mesmerizing sunset that started out as gold but turned into a beautiful salmon near the end.
“The world is big… and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark” John Muir