Doug McMinimy:
11-16-20_0094
Doug McMinimy:
11-16-20_0104
Tina Sosna:
Is it real?
Tina Sosna:
We are quietly floating. our bodies asleep, the mind awake
Tina Sosna:
Little Bird
Tina Sosna:
When warmth was not inside
Tina Sosna:
I lightly touch the edges, I gently tell you about my day
Tina Sosna:
Little reds on the paths and a lingering wilderness on our tongue
Tina Sosna:
Between ponds and high grass in the morning light
Tina Sosna:
You painted my garden, you painted my life
Tina Sosna:
Breathe my air
Tina Sosna:
The way you are right now
Tina Sosna:
Cold hands warm each other
landdownunder246:
Light
landdownunder246:
Sunset
landdownunder246:
Dust
landdownunder246:
Blur
Tina Sosna:
Winter Wreath
Tina Sosna:
Hold me, hold us
alexstoddard:
Speak softly. The plants can hear you.
Tina Sosna:
Three hearts in the foggy sun
brookeshaden:
rise and fall
MarkWaidson:
Twinkle Town
Photo Alan:
couple and single
B&W addicted:
Lights and curves ⬛⬜
Lashkov Fedor:
Rocks of Almalykaya in reflection
