jamie {74}:
...the fall...
jamie {74}:
...after the fall...
jamie {74}:
no mas, mamita!
jamie {74}:
bright light! bright light!
jamie {74}:
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
jamie {74}:
...fall has fell
jamie {74}:
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
jamie {74}:
My delight in the autumn colors is always tinged with melancholy, a sense of impending loss that is only heightened by the beauty all around.
jamie {74}:
bubba's soul shines through
jamie {74}:
she was king of the log. king. NOT queen.
jamie {74}:
bubbaloo
jamie {74}:
The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.
jamie {74}:
a new treatment for bubba
jamie {74}:
sweet bubba
jamie {74}:
the dying leaves
jamie {74}:
1/31: The Quintessential Fall
jamie {74}:
a lonely leaf seeks solace in dew
jamie {74}:
5/31: Be Yourself
jamie {74}:
self-portrait of a leaf stalker
jamie {74}:
held in place {fence friday}
jamie {74}:
7/31: After the Fall
jamie {74}:
8/31: Simplicity
jamie {74}:
she seemed to move everywhere dancing & music followed her like leaves on the wind
jamie {74}:
9/31: Holding On
jamie {74}:
reflections of autumn {fence friday}
jamie {74}:
autumn burned brightly, a torch flung to the trees
jamie {74}:
25/31: hold on
jamie {74}:
19/31: Scattered
jamie {74}:
27/31: lover of leaves
jamie {74}:
the cutest leaf ever
