4/20/2014

Easter photo shoot.

The flowers...

Let the bee be.

I. MUST. CLIMB.

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

When a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it... it probably kills a lot of spiders.

Cattails.

looking for prey.

The cross-country path. 

A demolished pipe.

This is a tree.

Daffodil.