Goyo P:
Do bonsai have dreams of freedom? Do they yearn to be wild in a mighty forest? Are they content? Do they feel loved? Will love save them? #bonsai #trees #love
Goyo P:
Thankful for a long weekend to finish up projects. Grateful for the quiet moments in life. Respectful of those who sacrificed their lives for my freedom to do this. This is my moment of silence. Disconnecting. Good night all.
Goyo P:
I'm thankful for more cold nights. Summer will be here soon enough. #chill #fireplace #quiet
Goyo P:
It's not Spring to me until I visit the Bloodroot at Patterson Park. #movingforward #Spring #wildflowers
Goyo P:
The eagle has landed. From the UK. Yo-Yo Ma on the cello. Composed by Tan Dun, "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon". My ears are floating above the clouds.
Goyo P:
Day 8: Dead Bugs on the Window Sill Glass by Therman Statom. This one took some time to find. There are not many bugs in the museum. #toledomuseum #tma #glasspavilion
Goyo P:
Day 5: Dead Bugs on the Window Sill Spring pulses forward eternally. I can almost feel the water rushing beneath me. Will there be hennys on the water still? #transitions #springisnear #tenkara
Goyo P:
Day 3: Dead Bugs on the Window Sill. Oh hollow shell of terrific life, dreaming of flight among the flowers and dark shadows of dew drops, you do not welcome bipedal strangers full of ignorance and fear of the unknown. The sting of apathy towards all tin
