Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

Friday, June 08, 2012

Night folk.

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

                                            Tennyson,  The Owl

Been told that this still doesn't count as cute.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Part 2

"Shines when the sunset shifts."

A Venusian tint to the day.

Friday, June 01, 2012