Flowers
Hi there!
You look like you live in a world that’s upside down
Everything is turned on its head
Nothing is the right way up
It must be dizzying
Living a topsy-turvy existence
Where you can’t tell reality from illusion
And so many others are delusional about their senses and beings
Peace on a peaceful afternoon.
The larger butterfly is the female. The male was chasing her around. She seemed to be giving him the stink eye.
I don’t know what this little bird is, but it was insistent about getting its photo taken. The minimum focus on the Bazooka is 11.5 feet (3.5 meters). This bird kept hopping to branches closer to me making me back up to get it in focus. It’s an adorable little bird. Maybe Brian or Susan Hunter can identify it.
Like pixies angels
Blurry butterfly bothers
Oblivious bee
We can bloom in our corner
No one to tell us what to do
No one to tell us what not to do
No one to tell us where to be
No one to tell us where not to be
No one to tell us how to look
No one to tell us how not to look
No on to tell us how to think
No on to tell us how not to think
No one to tell us anything
No one not to tell us anything
We can dream of what we want to do
We can dream of what we don’t want to do
We can dream of what we want to be
We can dream of what we don’t want to be
We can dream of how we want to look
We can dream of how we don’t want to look
We can dream of how we want to think
We can dream of how we don’t want to think
We can dream of anything
We can not dream of anything
We can ponder what we want to do
We can ponder what we don’t want to do
We can ponder what we want to be
We can ponder what we don’t want to be
We can ponder how we want to look
We can ponder how we don’t want to look
We can ponder how we want to think
We can ponder how we don’t want to think
We can ponder anything
We can not ponder anything
We are beautiful blooming in our corner
A beauty beaten
Her silence hides violence
Story goes untold
Spiders sit on pink
Waiting unsuspecting prey
Petals soft with silk
Sunset orange glows
On clouds stretching yawn good night
Darkness doffs the day
It’s impossible
The flight of the bumblebee
Played in A minor
7:30 pm — North, South, East, and West.
