Safer on top.
Playmates
Late bloomers.
New flower press project
Forced to remember old flowers since spring refuses to come back.
“I want to live! I can’t help but mix my life with that of the universe. Life is but a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness—-how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view I have of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!”
Thank you.
Step off your horizon.
The quiet world.
Den destroyed.
