A recent walk through my neighborhood yielded this image, with a shy sweet moon.
A view from my backyard as autumn leaves surrender to the elements.
It sure is nice to have the dead of winter well behind me. Now I bathe in new life.
I awoke to a frosted wonderland. Sometimes a good image just smacks your face.
One of my last autumn photos before winter descended like a cold mean beast.
As if waiting for a storm, the water rests. The remaining birds are weary.
A recent freeze left this image which for me is a reminder that seasons pass, and I will survive the winter to greet a new year full of new life, including graceful butterflies.