Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
When a raccoon spoils your photo shoot
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Party Line
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
winter solitude
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Among the birches
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
there must be something in the water
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
lingering at the edge
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
The winter barn
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
and the stars look very different today
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Bird dance
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Last years fairy tale
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Somehow, it all goes unnoticed
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
fireflies
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Peggy's cove
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
You were a miracle I was just holding your space
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
In limbo
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
and the corn crows come like rain
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
snow day
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
No time to stop and stare..
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
“I think I made you up inside my head.” ― Sylvia Plath
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
“Time's the thief of memory” ― Stephen King,
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Forest Dwellers
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Smoke and mirrors
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Every now and then I fall apart
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
these memories we make
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
1238
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
Red Velvet
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
The Deep End of the Ocean
Shelly MacNeil - Conway:
The Grand Foyer
