A spring storm will pound this property, and hasten its demise as it slides into oblivion.
Our magnificent spring continues, as these two converse quietly.
The only sound heard on this spring day was the sweet chirping of busy birds.
A quiet creek will soon loom larger as the mountain snow melt nurtures the land.
Fresh spring blossoms are welcomed as proof that winter is thankfully gone.
The month we spent in Yuma, Arizona gave us some great sunrises. Dawn was a bit later that far west, so I was up to catch a few.
I have no faith that humanity will ever evolve sufficiently to understand that war is not necessary, and is an expensive rage against reason. Still, a pretty tank, me thinks.