gardinergirl:
Barefoot in the grass.
gardinergirl:
Sunny!
gardinergirl:
The Whisper of a Summer Breeze.
gardinergirl:
bike path to himself
gardinergirl:
Winter Hangs On
gardinergirl:
zzzzzzap
gardinergirl:
the beach glitters at dawn.
gardinergirl:
All right, who forgot my boots?
gardinergirl:
Echoes of Coneflowers
gardinergirl:
MINE!
gardinergirl:
. . . and the fog rolled in . . .
gardinergirl:
A sea of yellow.
gardinergirl:
Hold on.
gardinergirl:
through the trees.
gardinergirl:
Some see wild tulips . . .
gardinergirl:
smooth and green.
gardinergirl:
( @ )
gardinergirl:
Split end
gardinergirl:
Yes, I shot it too :~ )
gardinergirl:
abundant.
gardinergirl:
Spring in the air.
gardinergirl:
Luminous
gardinergirl:
Whirling towards enlightenment.
gardinergirl:
“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.”
gardinergirl:
Air India Memorial
gardinergirl:
pssssst . . .
gardinergirl:
Alone with my thoughts on the Queen car.
gardinergirl:
Orange and Yellow on Blue
gardinergirl:
pucker up.
gardinergirl:
Starring Orange.
