My pastimes are pretty repetitive generally stating. It’s all about taking in what is right in front of me, behind me, above me-and trying to share the beauty of what I see. There’s always an emotion of some sort attached-I can’t always articulate it, but my heart carries it.
Don’t the white spots look like little hearts?
Squirrel watching is a favorite.
My favorite tree-and one of the best smells ever.