Mick Canon:
Waiting on Summer
Mick Canon:
Escape
Mick Canon:
From the withered tree, a flower blooms
Mick Canon:
Resurrection
Mick Canon:
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms
Mick Canon:
Thought is the Blossom [Explored 04/29/2011]
Mick Canon:
The Path Underneath the Cherry Tree [Explore]
Mick Canon:
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my Pink Dogwood Tree.
Mick Canon:
Hi...it's you again!
Mick Canon:
Red-Wing Black Bird Sings
Mick Canon:
Ruffled Red-Wing Black Bird
Mick Canon:
Red-Wing Black Bird on a Bench
Mick Canon:
In Thought on the Fence
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And in One Breath.....
Mick Canon:
Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding a bike. ~ John F. Kennedy
Mick Canon:
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.
Mick Canon:
Old to New