Bon jour pour tout le monde!

two socks are better than one.

Morning light—  tamarack trees clothed in a thin gown of silver dew

Sailboats in the harbour evoke a sense of peace— the Giant sleeps tonight. 

Sunny summer day, yet drifting rain falls, as snow, from cottonwood trees...

Morose, overcast day: flitting through the thistles, a joyful finch breaks the silence— brilliant gold on verdant green.

My head is the wide open sky; my body, the forest and fields; my veins, the rivers; & my heart, the deep blue sea. If night were to be measured in stars, my cup would be running over...

Amidst the peak of afternoon heat, a sudden cooling downpour— stresses of the day, altogether forgotten.

Seagulls stand sentinel on telephone pole tops... all the way down the line—summer evening.