Time wears away until nothing remains.
Their hearts are one, despite the distance between them.
They yearn for one last touch, but it is not to be.
We are here for a short time.
My daughter made these last week. One in the front yard, one in the back yard.
Very pointy, striking, and beautiful. Some nut has probably climbed it.
Yesterday, seaside, Vancouver Island.
Same day, ski hill, Vancouver Island.
Have a great day.
My town is down there somewhere
Dang fog anyway
How can seawater bashing on sandstone produce this??? This is at the ferry terminal on Hornby Island.
This is the sign at the fork in the road of my life. It contains all the directions needed to get where I want to go.