No Vanity

There is green, and then there is the delicate curled chartreuse ribs of a fern frond as sunlight trips fantastic through the rhythm and hum of a late afternoon, busiest time of day for folding in fragments of lost time in preparation for the long shadows of impending...

Coast

When the silver spool of dawn unravels in languorous wisps, as clouds unfurl low and wide in the overhead sky, my gaze sweeps broadly and what I behold is the artist’s palette come to life, a masterpiece with every dawning and dusky day while the earth spins...