jamie {74}:
pink spikes
jamie {74}:
life's under no obligation to give us what we expect
jamie {74}:
earlier tonight...
jamie {74}:
pink and green whiskers
jamie {74}:
that golden red time of year...
jamie {74}:
h. f. f. !
jamie {74}:
aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it...so it goes on flying anyway
jamie {74}:
where you go, is where i want to be
jamie {74}:
it is not down on any map, true places never are
jamie {74}:
the gifts of nature and friendship
jamie {74}:
detour
jamie {74}:
frothed
jamie {74}:
stand tall, be proud.
jamie {74}:
in the pink
jamie {74}:
beautiful everyday things
jamie {74}:
the pier.
jamie {74}:
little baby honeydew melons
jamie {74}:
let your heart guide you. it whispers, so listen closely.
jamie {74}:
you are always someone's favorite unfolding story
jamie {74}:
bouquet on the front stoop
jamie {74}:
bouquet on the front stoop
jamie {74}:
emerge
jamie {74}:
in the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you
jamie {74}:
atop the sledding hill
jamie {74}:
the photographer's eye
jamie {74}:
summer on the table
jamie {74}:
ephemeral
jamie {74}:
what i dream of is an art of balance
jamie {74}:
dimend and bouquet
jamie {74}:
we now resume the crabapple obsession
