dbalyoz: Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops...at all. Emily Dickenson
dbalyoz: Sweet Lashes - Explore 40
dbalyoz: Following the sun
dbalyoz: Because art is life, playing to other rhythms. - Muriel Barbery
dbalyoz: Little cat feet
dbalyoz: Red Umbrella II
dbalyoz: Circles
dbalyoz: White Oak
dbalyoz: Winter Wonderland
dbalyoz: Black and White by Mother Nature
dbalyoz: And now it is snowing!
dbalyoz: 'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings.'
dbalyoz: To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
dbalyoz: If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant
dbalyoz: Here come's Santa Claus
dbalyoz: Making Snow balls
dbalyoz: Music for Christmas...
dbalyoz: Made of snow
dbalyoz: Old Favorite
dbalyoz: Fog in the morning
dbalyoz: Love to Read
dbalyoz: Waiting
dbalyoz: Morning Puddles
dbalyoz: Illusion
dbalyoz: Memory like Memory
dbalyoz: A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.
dbalyoz: A Green Heart
dbalyoz: Just a little cheek...
dbalyoz: Joy is not in things; it is in us.
dbalyoz: Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.