
Here’s a few forgotten images. A bridge.

A biker.

A reflection.

Looking up.

Here’s a few forgotten images. A bridge.

A biker.

A reflection.

Looking up.





No wind on this day, making it perfect for reflections.









After walking on the narrow path along the river for a while, I decided to walk on this broad path–the way that leads to destruction, and there are many that go this way (Matthew 7:14).

It’s beautiful how the light reflects off this grass.

There is a place in this field where this type of grass grows so much taller. It ‘s a mystery to me why it grows so tall in this one particular area.

So beautiful how the setting sun lights up this bare tree.