The Storm Recedes
This is all that was left of a solid thunderstorm, in another half hour it had completely dissipated.
This is all that was left of a solid thunderstorm, in another half hour it had completely dissipated.
I’m borrowing the arrangement of the person who put together this planter, but I’m happy with the way the colors mesh.
A few headstones and a permanently open gate are all that mark this cemetery, buried deep in the corn fields of South Dakota. Someone still tends the grass, the only disturbance to the sleep of the dead.
Smoke from fires bring the utmost red to the sun over Nebraska.
The Duluth Rose Garden overlooks the twin ports.
You can just see a chipmunk exiting stage bottom.
Early morning clouds break over the Sangre de Cristo mountain range.
Not much to add to a sunflower lit by the evening golden hour.