This Nandina sprig in our front yard was Berry Simple
and beautiful on this rainy day.
I meet the nicest people in some of the nicest places.
At Little Pigeon River in the Smoky Mountains
James and I admired this spot together for some time.
There is nothing quite like a winter sky.
This was photographed in our back yard.
During my visit to the Smoky Mountains, this photograph
captured the Little Pigeon River's rapids suspended in time.
During a soft winter rain, this Nandina and I
visited for a while in the front yard.
Photographed on a trail on our property, this fallen tree seemed to
be providing a resting place for these Fall leaves.
During an early morning visit to the pond
at Camp McDowell in Nauvoo, AL,
this web's dewdrops were reflecting
the pink light of the sunrise.
This sunset wonder was photographed
across corn fields in Kearney, NE.
What a fabulous outlook to the Atlantic Ocean across the dunes
and Sheep Sorrel of Little Talbot Island in Fort George, FL.
This Nandina in our front yard was
in ripe form this brisk early winter morn.
The stark beauty of this tree trunk in Atlanta, GA,
reminded me that true beauty is often naked before our eyes.
Tree to soil, soil to tree.
All is connected in nature that be.
Camp McDowell, Nauvoo, AL.
While driving with my uncle in Kearney, NE,
we came to a sudden halt to watch this quail cross the road.
I believe that trees are some of our wisest teachers.
The hole in this hickory in Atlanta
held wonders of its own.
Upon returning from the pond at Camp McDowell, this feather,
so silently suspended in the grain stalk, captured my attention.
These roaming pink sunset clouds
were photographed from our front yard.