Tom Troyer:
Drifting
Tom Troyer:
Faux
Tom Troyer:
What is beauty?
Tom Troyer:
I love the sky before it storms...
Tom Troyer:
Peace.
Tom Troyer:
I love the smell of the forest
Tom Troyer:
Sadie Dog
Tom Troyer:
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands."
Tom Troyer:
Drifting, like stray thoughts
Tom Troyer:
Fitting in.
Tom Troyer:
Waiting for spring...
Tom Troyer:
Sometimes, it's not what you see that matters.
Tom Troyer:
Holly Amber.
Tom Troyer:
Pickin' up leaves
