|The Hidden Sky|
So many memories.......maybe that's what love is. The perfume that lingers, the threads that weave between the empty spaces where a face, a voice, a name used to be.
|Sterling Forest, near N.Y. Renaissance Festival, Tuxedo, New York|
|Pavement, Woodstock, New York|
|my "moss garden", Brushwood|
|Lightening struck tree|
|my Moss Garden, deep woods, Brushwood Folklore Center|