One day rolls over into the next, and before we know it we are in our own twilight. Time becomes more precious when our mortality is made clear. Memories are tonic.
Found on a morning walk are these gorgeous flowers amidst a sea of green.
My wife and I like to ride our scooters through various neighborhoods, close to our own. Yes, we are that cute older couple other folks smile at. This fine home is on our route.
On a recent failed fishing foray, I managed to capture a few images of lovely flowers.
Perhaps from a weed, this pod finishes its dance in a wondrous fashion.
On a recent trip to Vegas I carried a small point and shoot for shots like this.