spring’s dance
It is a frosty morning here at Raven's Rest. A thin layer of crispy white covers everything. The starling is once again atop the power pole singing his heart out,…
It is a frosty morning here at Raven's Rest. A thin layer of crispy white covers everything. The starling is once again atop the power pole singing his heart out,…
This just struck me like a cold breeze...like a slap in the face. I try to look at the beautiful in everyday life, this is not beautiful, it defies explanation...truly,…