Sunny autumn day.

Good old honest,

Hard work. ...

Sometimes tasty things

Come in tiny sizes.

Patiently, ...

Despite the rare color,

Surprised stare,

Frozen stance, ...

Walked through

Mud and snow.

Saw sunrises, ...

Even mountains of rock,

Find ways

To let others pass. ...

Even punky,

Skinny,

Dried up and old. ...

A strange sign,

In the world,

Unaware of ...

Like a mirror’s reflection,

Of those blue days.

Jagged edges, ...

Old streets and sceneries,

Of past dream-like weeks.

Familiar, comforting, quiet. ...

Ripening,

On a rare,

Sunny autumn day. ...

Warm, autumn day.

Windows open.

An errant bee buzzes ...

Majestic.

Hard to read expression.

An imposing presence. ...

Down there.

Together.

Fenced in by mountains. ...

Some days,

It’s best,

To be silly, and laugh, ...

Side by side.

Connected,

By vows of steel. ...

Autumn leaves,

Flocked together,

Beneath the surface. ...

Times change.

Technology transitions.

Generations pass. ...

Simple,

Fragile,

Aging rapidly, ...

A new day.

The sun rising

From the same corner ...

Wrinkled.

Disheveled.

Capturing flashes ...