Precious
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
Not a lot to say about this little resident of Madagascar other than how cool they look, which is wh...