the artist’s eye no matter the season merger of shapes The prompt at Word of the day Challenge is Combine
unlikely friends need presses the issue small sacrifice generous rescuer colourful child king of all he sees love conquers convention our stories make children smile What do a Ugandan cho and a la foufou have in common? They have found friendship in the Savanna when a lion rescues a helpless cocoon and gains a […]
Pop the bubble passages of time stop on the Nile heart memories rewind not much more can be said about this beautiful place and the people we love! Thank you to A to Z challenge for giving the opportunity to share about Uganda and the Acholi people.
Over my shoulder trials have formed perspective toward a new day Happy New Year to each of you. I hope that 2017 is an enlightening year.
Slowly raised arm four little ones with spots perfect picture pose The wordpress daily post’s one word prompt is “slowly.” Im always amazed at how keen a deer’s senses are.
Sharing this wonderful seafoam with Mundane Monday Photo Challenge #57
I marvel at winter’s bird dance on the snow for me absurd weightless they walk in worst blizzard I marvel at winter’s bird light like a feather or whispered word I marvel at winter’s bird my snow dance more cold than absurd The bird’s out in the worst of today’s storm inspired me to shovel […]
Wherever I look In spring fields or dust of dawn I see “O” This week’s prompt at WordPress’ Daily Post photo challenge is Alphabet.
My eye captured the creeping vine but it’s not mine this sweet design colors well forth this time of year awash in red the veins are clear nature can’t lapse or lose its place master’s piece, no practiced trace I only draw that which I see you create from nothing, creator’s glee Season’s Joy […]
Buying buying buying setting out brown mulch stones set forest pathway one list lest I forget Raking raking raking piles of sallow leaves spreading forth the grass seeds the ground at last is fed sun’s smiling smiling smiling before days grow short and cold have I missed my timing leaf piles already old Gliding, twirling, rushing for their fallen end […]