Even Masters of the Universe must walk their dogs…
Look up into the trees on a clear winter night. The light from those stars have travelled untold millions of years and unfathomable distances just to be blocked by a…
A study in the trees of winter…
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes — Heavenly Hurt, it gives us — We can find no scar, But…
See photo I do…
Its a little odd sometimes getting a gallery together like this. It is fairly simple and straightforward – one of the major coffee shops of the area agreeing to host…