Sherrie St Hilaire:
The rains have come. They kiss autumn’s glory but warn of winter’s approach. I’m never eager for winter to arrive so I’m savoring the color in pixels.
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Curtain Call
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Losing Perspective
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Crabapples and Texture
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Act Four
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Winter Berry
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Beauty with Blemishes
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Apple Orchard
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Autumn Grass
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Snowberry
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Autumn Bliss
Sherrie St Hilaire:
First Snow
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Emptiness
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Verdant Hope
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Refrain
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Amber waves of grain
Sherrie St Hilaire:
The Windowbox
Sherrie St Hilaire:
LIfe is short, make peace with imperfection.
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Let it Snow
Sherrie St Hilaire:
The Harvest
Sherrie St Hilaire:
My Bob
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. ~John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Retreat
Sherrie St Hilaire:
They call them pussy-willows, But there's no cat to see Except the little furry toes That stick out on the tree:
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Melvin Village
Sherrie St Hilaire:
Kalaloch Beach Sunset