And when All this is over, this shell will be the souvenir that I kept, to remind me of these times.

The stray. I am that stray, Who lives by the fence, Of what was once my home, I recall with nostalgia, The warmth of the love, My human owner, Soaked me with, As I bathed them, With my ever wet tongue,

In each photographer's heart there is always a secret wish, that this time, behind the lens, one eye closed, breath controlled and an almost subtle stillness; they might be able to perfectly capture a

There is a strange tale, underneath each calm face, A crevice where emotions pour out freely when the vessel that harbors them reaches its limits, Like a pot that has broken and it's pieces scattered all

Do you ever stop to gaze and let your imagination wander freely, beyond the limits of your imagination principled with so many farfetched theories that have made the simplest of beauty vague and complicated?

I have always wanted to get this close to this reptile and when I did, the moment was a magical one. After taking several shots, I moved even closer but he seemed quite undeterred and held on longer than

The Tiny Polygamous Prince. He lives to display beauty, This little prince with wings, Dancing is His specialty, Gracefully full of splendor. Alas! He spreads his wings, Flirtatious delicate moves, Attract

Flowers are beautiful to look at.

*Is this the Island? * Is this the island of loners, Where the destitute come to die? Where old pelicans come to pluck their wings, Where no one is for nobody? Is this the island of obfuscated love? Where

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Dawn is coming

When the economic pocketslide sets in, sometimes all you can do is take three pieces of bread and butter them with avocado paste, with your coffee it's great! I actually tried it out today had no time