Beautiful Art

haven't posted in such a long time!! really missed sharing pretty pictures and fun th...

weeds and vines covered the window laden room, other houses in the quiet, sleepy neighborhood looked on with indifference, yet longed to be ...

the bridge is a land apart leading to fields of meadow flowers.....pale blue       yellow        bright orange. soft crimson petals ...

waiting does not always mean the door will open but still i wait. sometimes, i walk away, i find another place.....a meadow, a path, the fo...

childhood is buried deep within oneself, not hiding but sunken into a memory, a silent lane under weeping trees, small sparrows watching qu...

their stare seems as if it were a foreign land, rustic coats wearing in dark and cold. jumping children, light surrounding.....light enve...