When we Whisper our dreams, do they fall away from us
Are they a soft spring rain lit by the morning sun.
the making of dreams are held in rainbows and wishes.
Whispers fall like the promise of a long awaited spring, swaying in the winds that shape our dreams.
This weathered fence was built with reclaimed wood from a traditional west coast longhouse.
You just need to breath for the fog to transform everything.
The light is everything in a rounded landscape.
The window illuminates the space under renovation.
I was looking at some of my older photographs and came across this layered photo of an early spring flower from the spring of 2014
These are my homemade cookies. I love having a kitchen where I can bake.