Cherie V: Little busy gifts
Cherie V: Red headed step child
Cherie V: The witches have been riding
Cherie V: Learning to play the river
Cherie V: Finding the slivers of sunlight
Cherie V: Snow squall stare
Cherie V: When the leek’s resemblance to a vulva pleases me greatly
Cherie V: Dark days of winter that contain spring
Cherie V: Always so moody
Cherie V: The peek
Cherie V: Winter Fest
Cherie V: Little bodies . Big love
Cherie V: Bighorn babies and their heart shaped everything
Cherie V: Magicland
Cherie V: Whiskey is ready to ride!
Cherie V: Ya gotta fluff your feathers to stay cozy in this deep freeze
Cherie V: This pretty little crooked eared pup
Cherie V: Alberta wildie rocking the middle part
Cherie V: Such pretty places I get to call home
Cherie V: The old man graces us with his presence at the start of this new year
Cherie V: Cleaned and cured for the new year
Cherie V: Light at the end of the tunnel
Cherie V: Can hardly remember the last tree that graced where I call home. More pleased than I expected to have this one join us.
Cherie V: We ride these skies
Cherie V: Under these blue chinook skies
Cherie V: If I could stay here forever
Cherie V: Creation becomes in many forms
Cherie V: Happy days
Cherie V: Poppy pods dance with spider webs, dance with snow
Cherie V: And so there is another one who has joined us…