Phil Kirchmeier:
The wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. (day 360/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
You're frozen When your heart's not open (day 352/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Who would'a thought (day 339/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Been away awhile, were you lonely? (day 353/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Thought he was setting the world on fire (day344/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Careful as a naked man climbin' a barbed wire fence (day 343/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Nobody will notice (day 342/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
We looked on in awe and wonder (day 341/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
That old pier was pretty rickety (day 340/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Dried on the vine fresh (day 338/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
There are always flowers for those who want to see them. - Matisse (day 336/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Only two kinds of light - the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures. (day 335/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
The Songs That Make Us Shiver (day 334/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Berry bokeh (day 333/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Starting to find his voice (day 329/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Dried flower (day 327/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night. (day 324/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Happy Together, Eleanor? (day 319/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
First we'll pick the low hanging fruit (day 314/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Take two, they're small (day 354/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
And they stood their ground (day 346/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Compliment, contrast, balance and other stuff (day 330/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Holiday Bokeh (day 306/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Frosty Ribbon (day 294/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Windy (day 282/365)
Phil Kirchmeier:
Autumn 1 (day 267/365)