tarabunnyears:
Wetlands
tarabunnyears:
Stop bugging me.
tarabunnyears:
Walk this way.
tarabunnyears:
“The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.”
tarabunnyears:
“The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot.”
tarabunnyears:
Don't fence me in.
tarabunnyears:
“If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.”
tarabunnyears:
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
tarabunnyears:
She'll carry on through it all, she's a waterfall
tarabunnyears:
“Those true eyes. Too pure and too honest in ought to disguise. The sweet soul shining through them”
tarabunnyears:
A weed is nothing more than a flower in disguise.
tarabunnyears:
Think it's too late for some Rustoleum?
tarabunnyears:
Lady in red.
tarabunnyears:
The grave is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness.
tarabunnyears:
Shhh...Secret Squirrel.
tarabunnyears:
Freckle face, I love you.
tarabunnyears:
Come on in for a glass of wine... if you dare.
tarabunnyears:
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
tarabunnyears:
Watch the little daisies grow.
tarabunnyears:
Red hair, freckles and pure mischievousness.
tarabunnyears:
Howerton cemetery
tarabunnyears:
Let's ride through the tulips.
tarabunnyears:
City Love
tarabunnyears:
Sinking Grave
tarabunnyears:
Freckles marching across the bridge of her nose.
tarabunnyears:
deVINE
tarabunnyears:
“You can only come to the morning through the shadows.”
tarabunnyears:
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It's what sunflowers do.
tarabunnyears:
“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.”
tarabunnyears:
My shadow and I.
