Reflections...

And Shuggie visited a different graveyard

in a graveyard

wandering properties of death arresting moons within our eyes and smiles we did rest among the granite tombs to catch our breath worldly sounds of endless warring were for just a moment silent stars worldly boundaries of dying were for just a moment never ours all was new just as the black horizons blue then along the bending path away i smiled in knowing i'd be back one day

-Rufus Wainwright

I like the mess the Autumn leaves...

(no pun intended)

Doggies at Play

The more I see of man, the more I like dogs. ~Mme. de Staël

Autumn Floor Pt. 2

Autumn Floor