Their scars aglow beneath the sun.
The clouds, dramatic, steal the show,
With cotton swirls and golden glow.
#photography
Their scars aglow beneath the sun.
The clouds, dramatic, steal the show,
With cotton swirls and golden glow.
#photography
Its dreams are shaped by winter’s breeze.
The sky above, a swirling spell,
That guards the place where silence fell.
#photography
Its dreams are shaped by winter’s breeze.
The sky above, a swirling spell,
That guards the place where silence fell.
#photography
Upon a bark-bound resting place.
It doesn’t know it’s rare and bright,
Just part of winter’s gentle rite.
#photography
Upon a bark-bound resting place.
It doesn’t know it’s rare and bright,
Just part of winter’s gentle rite.
#photography
#eastcoastkin #photography #macromonday
#eastcoastkin #photography #macromonday
#photography #eastcoastkin
#photography #eastcoastkin
#eastcoastkin #photography
#eastcoastkin #photography
In velvet bands and bristle shawl.
Its colors speak, its silence sings,
Of changing light and colder things..
#photography
In velvet bands and bristle shawl.
Its colors speak, its silence sings,
Of changing light and colder things..
#photography
Its gaze both wary and serene.
It dreams of acorns, soft and round,
And tiptoes through enchanted ground.
A wild turkey peers through tall grass, its vivid head and neck contrasting against the soft green shadows of foliage.
#photography #thanksgiving
Its gaze both wary and serene.
It dreams of acorns, soft and round,
And tiptoes through enchanted ground.
A wild turkey peers through tall grass, its vivid head and neck contrasting against the soft green shadows of foliage.
#photography #thanksgiving
That brightens up the woodland air.
It doesn’t roam, it doesn’t flee,
But rests upon a fallen tree.
Bright shelves of chicken of the woods burst from a fallen trunk, glowing orange against the forest floor’s quiet decay.
#photography
That brightens up the woodland air.
It doesn’t roam, it doesn’t flee,
But rests upon a fallen tree.
Bright shelves of chicken of the woods burst from a fallen trunk, glowing orange against the forest floor’s quiet decay.
#photography
A crown of fluff, a silent tale.
It doesn’t mourn the bloom it lost,
It celebrates the coming frost.
A star-shaped seed pod with feathery filaments glows against a dark backdrop, capturing quiet beauty and the moment before dispersal.
#photography
A crown of fluff, a silent tale.
It doesn’t mourn the bloom it lost,
It celebrates the coming frost.
A star-shaped seed pod with feathery filaments glows against a dark backdrop, capturing quiet beauty and the moment before dispersal.
#photography
#eastcoastkin #photography
#eastcoastkin #photography
#photography #eastcoastkin
#photography #eastcoastkin
#eastcoastkin #photography
#eastcoastkin #photography
Happy Friday everyone
#flower #photography #calendar
Happy Friday everyone
#flower #photography #calendar
#photography #landscape #eastcoastkin
#photography #landscape #eastcoastkin
Of feathered guests and mornings cold.
A single bird, so still, so wise,
Reflects the hush where silence lies.
A lone heron stands in a misty wetland, framed by dry grasses and bare trees in quiet seasonal transition.
#photography
Of feathered guests and mornings cold.
A single bird, so still, so wise,
Reflects the hush where silence lies.
A lone heron stands in a misty wetland, framed by dry grasses and bare trees in quiet seasonal transition.
#photography
Painted in a woodland brush.
Feathers speak in muted tones,
Echoing the roots and stones.
A Northern Bobwhite blends into autumn leaf litter, its plumage a mosaic of browns, blacks, whites, and orange in quiet forest camouflage.
#photography
Painted in a woodland brush.
Feathers speak in muted tones,
Echoing the roots and stones.
A Northern Bobwhite blends into autumn leaf litter, its plumage a mosaic of browns, blacks, whites, and orange in quiet forest camouflage.
#photography
Feels like walking through a dream.
The trees stand guard with quiet pride,
As stars begin to peek and hide.
Goldenrod fills a twilight meadow as summer fades into fall, framed by trees and a soft blue sky.
#photography
Feels like walking through a dream.
The trees stand guard with quiet pride,
As stars begin to peek and hide.
Goldenrod fills a twilight meadow as summer fades into fall, framed by trees and a soft blue sky.
#photography
#eastcoastkin #photography #macromonday
#eastcoastkin #photography #macromonday
#photography #eastcoastkin
#photography #eastcoastkin
#eastcoastkin #photography
#eastcoastkin #photography
With hues of blue and hints of red
Its colors sing of salt and sun
Of journeys deep, now softly done
A vibrant sea snail shell glows among dark coastal rocks, revealing rich spirals of purple, blue, and red.
#photography
With hues of blue and hints of red
Its colors sing of salt and sun
Of journeys deep, now softly done
A vibrant sea snail shell glows among dark coastal rocks, revealing rich spirals of purple, blue, and red.
#photography
They hadn’t moved since yesterday.
The trail said, “Fine, I’ll curve around,”
And left them rooted in the ground.
A root-laced forest trail winds through mossy woods, inviting a quiet hike through textured terrain and filtered light.
#photography
They hadn’t moved since yesterday.
The trail said, “Fine, I’ll curve around,”
And left them rooted in the ground.
A root-laced forest trail winds through mossy woods, inviting a quiet hike through textured terrain and filtered light.
#photography
Each shadow cast, each midnight call
Yet still they hold their breath and stare
At what might knock, or not be there
A lonely door waits beneath its spotlight, dreaming of midnight visitors and whispered secrets.
#photography
Each shadow cast, each midnight call
Yet still they hold their breath and stare
At what might knock, or not be there
A lonely door waits beneath its spotlight, dreaming of midnight visitors and whispered secrets.
#photography
Slides past the trees without a fight.
The snow mound listens, still and pale,
To stories told by wind and rail.
A freight train dreams itself into a red ribbon, gliding past ghost trees and moon hush, while the field whispers secrets to the reeds.
#photography
Slides past the trees without a fight.
The snow mound listens, still and pale,
To stories told by wind and rail.
A freight train dreams itself into a red ribbon, gliding past ghost trees and moon hush, while the field whispers secrets to the reeds.
#photography