VickerMonkee:
Wildflowers
VickerMonkee:
The poetry of the earth is never dead
VickerMonkee:
Take My Hand...
VickerMonkee:
Feels Like Home
VickerMonkee:
Happy Thanksgiving
VickerMonkee:
Vision: It reaches beyond the thing that is into the conception of what can be
VickerMonkee:
Walking a slippery path
VickerMonkee:
Shards of Shattered Sky
VickerMonkee:
Out of the shadow...
VickerMonkee:
If you put your nose really close you can almost smell them...
VickerMonkee:
Make a wish...
VickerMonkee:
Through the Iron Gates of Life
VickerMonkee:
Bokeh shaker
VickerMonkee:
In wildness is the preservation of the world
VickerMonkee:
As far as Mondays go...
VickerMonkee:
Frenchman's Bay
VickerMonkee:
The miracles of nature do not seem miracles because they are so common
VickerMonkee:
Butterfly in Blue
VickerMonkee:
This is how I roll...
VickerMonkee:
Jedediah.
VickerMonkee:
This is the center of the universe at this moment...
VickerMonkee:
Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering
VickerMonkee:
... to have faith is to have wings
VickerMonkee:
Love still stands when all else has fallen
VickerMonkee:
I'm beginning to think peace is something we made up to keep us from being satisfied with all this luscious chaos
VickerMonkee:
39 and holding...
VickerMonkee:
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are
