Cherie V: I’m a sucker for those sweet heeler ears…
Cherie V: I never tire of these firey skies
Cherie V: Caraway and Ice
Cherie V: Sunset views
Cherie V: Birds of a feather…
Cherie V: Feels like so many goodbye’s…
Cherie V: Focus
Cherie V: Forest magic
Cherie V: Last of the fluff
Cherie V: The watchtowers
Cherie V: Summer’s last glow
Cherie V: Reaching
Cherie V: We said goodbye today.
Cherie V: The line up
Cherie V: Autumn lines
Cherie V: Equinox sunset
Cherie V: Tell me there isn’t magic…
Cherie V: Oh these overflowing golden nights
Cherie V: Even the camera feels heavy to lift
Cherie V: A heart can tingle in response to the view
Cherie V: And then she appeared on my bedroom wall
Cherie V: Old stories
Cherie V: Someone to play rooks with
Cherie V: Sun always says yes to dance when I ask
Cherie V: Grass is the evening sun
Cherie V: For her Daddy, who we miss
Cherie V: Mountain gifts
Cherie V: Do we love Poppy because of her agreeable nod?
Cherie V: Flowers of Fall
Cherie V: Blood comes in many different colours