You’re next.
Sheila again. a.n. I will have little time the following days, so photo postings will be somewhat sparse.
Sheila again. a.n. I will have little time the following days, so photo postings will be somewhat sparse.
11:09 A place full of the smell of coffee and milk. Full of people, minding things. 11:10 One slumps on the chair, quite adjacent to everything …
Rivendell is somewhere near Penzance, Cornwall. Who’d a known? I presume that is the back entrance for the dwarven delegation.
One was watching, from a place of glass and metal, ethereal. The stars, unfazed. Infinite depths, everywhere. The green and blue of earth and sky, above. So …
Two were walking down a street. Somewhere, sometime. One steals a glance. Another’s face is passive. But one knows. One smirks. Another’s face is passive. But one …
A red fox, not quite asleep in a woodland shed.
You’re being preyed upon by a black-chested Buzzard-eagle (lat. Geranoaetus melanoleucus, ger. aguja/Kordillerenadler) from a falconry nearby. Her name is Sheila!, she is all of …
Some times, taking the high road means to duck. A small trail leading up somewhere prettiful with fey awaitin’ adjacent to the path to the …