Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
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