Waiting for cupid, she releases old photons into the night, …
A beacon lights the way to a future summer, so …
She blew her tiny mind at a slumber party in …
Holiday lights jump from lawn to lawn, lonely fires dancing …
Waiting for the blade to bend, stranded on a windblown …
An occasional sojourner in the pocket of a forgotten flower, …
The smallest spider wakes before dawn, a living landscape points …
A spider does a little soft shoe, an old-time arachnid …
Dusk comes earlier, everyone around me seems more hurried, the …
I don’t try to anthropomorphize the animals I photograph, but …
