i've discovered that i am drawn to splashes of red and of white painted across Papa's canvas. these little guys make my breath catch in my throat for some reason.a breaks in her nature journal.

e and his friend k taking it all in.





it is a precious thing to me that i now struggle to decipher which shots brian jr's taken on the camera. this is his.




oh, Papa - continue to whisper our names through the beauty of your creation. train our ears to be sensitive to hear the melody, and our hearts to join the harmony your nature sings!

1 comment:
Seriously, Brian Jr. has an eye. Next time we need more time and a latte.
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