A beauty beaten
Her silence hides violence
Story goes untold
Beauty Beaten
Category: Roses
Arañas
Spiders sit on pink
Waiting unsuspecting prey
Petals soft with silk
Sunset orange glows
On clouds stretching yawn good night
Darkness doffs the day
Morning Dressed in Orange Pinks Night Donned Grays
The morning dressed the clouds in oranges, pinks and grays at dawn.
Yellow roses for Robbie
The evening dressed the storm clouds in various shades of gray as they passed overhead, delivering rain along their way.
In Honor Of Veterans
Veterans Honor
Flowers & Birds
I believe this is a juvenile Flycatcher.
Beaker, our Gold Cap Conure who we have had for 29 years.
Crow
Søren, our African Gray who is 13 years old.
Tiny
Tiny blends into the scene
Hidden among yellows
Surrounded by salmon
In Tuscan Sun
Drunk on pollen
He pays no heed
To lenses and shadows
Prying eyes
Straining to see him
A golden hopper
Out of grass
Pink
Metaphor of sunset
Drowned by driving rain
Soft edges
Into black
Shine
Sharp petals
Edge together
Pink held
tight
Sunrise lauds
Grip loosened
edges hold
Light
Sunbeam streaks naked light
Dawn’s gray panned to gold
Flashed bright
Rays unfold
Pink
Rose Daze
Flowers Between Brushes & Pieces of Rainbow
Cubicles
You might remember that back in early April we demolished and recycled the cubicles that came with our new office: https://wp.me/p1yQyy-6b4. The above three photos are of our new cubicles in early June a few days before we moved all the staff in.
A view of Resa’s tree through the roses.
Clouds building up in the late afternoon.
Off Center & Not Even 