Sunday, April 26

Nature, that is, perfection itself...

Spring unveils it's wonders in my nearby haven of urban countryside. Apple blossoms pop out pink and then turn white as they open. Perfection itself.

What is it about sails that seem so iconic to me? Ideas for paintings abound.

The blackbird shows his red feathers... with patches extended almost like a bird of paradise.

Sometimes I don't even know why a photo intrigues me. I like it better when I can't figure it out.

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