Blossoms
art
Practicing the Male Form
I have been working on my sketching as of late, instead of writing.
The Letter Tree
The Pond
Walking… Till We Got Stumped
Never Let Go…
The Tree… Snapped…
Having a Steam
Gnarled
Up Close
The Search
I stare at the blank white,
Waiting and wishing for something to write,
Suddenly it comes to me,
My mind is illuminated as a
Epiphany is my saviour,
Words flow freely with fervour.
The curse is broken,
My mind is awoken.
Tired
Attention! Forest
I saw this on my walk the other day. I loved the vivid yellow, so bold against the dreary grey of the forest. 
Also made all the more clear because of the obvious the dichotomy between nature and the man made plastic of the tape.
Photo Challenge: Letters
Through Snow
Colourful Branches
Red
Bird’s Nest?
A Boisterous Life 