To be photos

the road to everywhere

column capital of the god bes

fairway to the ocean

pier to the lighthouse

waiting to get you

to the hangar

marching to the capitol

listening to music

to the terminal

climb to the village

shake it to the left

shake it to the right

footpath to pine woods

soon to hatch

road to tunnel

entrance to the church

stairway to heaven

learning to ride

line to the port

door to an unknown destination

door to an unknown destination

colored one to ten

colored one to ten

window to the barn

window to fairy tales

to the lefttrees and creek

heart to heart

it039s up to you

hotel path to the beach

access to beach

a tree begins to blossom

time to rest

time to relax

ready to row

turning to ice

entrance to stepp cemetery

boardwalk to the beach

tree blown to side by ocean

straight road through the plains to the mountains

black raven perched next to dead tree

cyclist riding next to dog

straight road to the mountains

woman sitting next to tree looking at mountains

sun shining next to rock mountain

palm trees next to hill

black metal staircase up to brick building

cars on street to downtown city

open bible to psalm 23

macbook laptop opened to google website

i will be the first

coming into being

be prepared

boys will be boys

i would be careful sir

thy will be done sand sculpture

being of light

be my valentine

no greater thing is created suddenly any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig if you tell me that you desire a fig i answer you that there must be time let it first blossom then bear fruit then ripen epictetus

may be peach

2014365196 who needs to go to a museum when i have this view from the back deck

whattaya mean its to cold to go swimming

watercress to eat or not to eat

am i gonna be on flickr

quotall i want is a little more time to hear you heart beating next to minequot good shoes

its nice to have an artistic wife in the day to day life too

state of being free

let there be light at wildcat mountain state park wisconsin

don8217t be afraid of the santas