Reflection

I fear I am nothing but a shape on the water. 

thrown stones break me into ripples

my face spins on the surface

soft earth takes me.

Mushroom

Sunday Things

Balandra Bay

I'd no idea it was possible to walk to the end of Balandra Bay, cross a clearing littered with garbage and twisted trees, and end up on a completely different shore. Ocean on both sides, and two impossibly different shores... mind blowing.

fishing lines on Balandra Bay

the other side...

My boyfriend, Kevin (in the blue crocs) ended up bringing the white rock home.
It now lives in my mom's garden.

Ghost

edges dissolving in the half-light...

Bouquet of Wildflowers

peppers