#pines

I can still smell the pines just from looking at this old scrap. Who would've thought I'd find a feral rabbit colony living in here.

I tried to do it standing, as it provided a better view, so I clipped a cup of Pribináčik container on my belt for the water.

Pines, Santa Barbara Botanic Garden

Morning in the pines quietly burning with life and all the stones are uneven like the map to the heart Looking back over the bridge of time there is a light that approaches the sun and the lucidity of a bird that sings, "Nothing in nature exists alone"