High noon light, crashing waves, and a lighthouse on the cliff—Cape Disappointment teaches me that true transformation is carved by patience and return.

What began as a morning stroll with coffee became an unexpected invitation to a lively gathering—alyssum leaping, bees twirling, and sunlight joining the dance.

A fern, a leaf, and an unexpected shadow-puppet performance. What began as a failed attempt at rabbits and dogs became something entirely unexpected.

At a quiet pond I found reflections of trees, clouds, and faint birds in flight—light and dark, seen and unseen, held together in balance.

Fire glimmers across water, blue shadows rise beneath—two forces moving, trading places, and leaving us to wonder what holds them together.

A single blade of grass, crowned with a drop of dew, becomes a quiet portal—holding the world inverted, and reminding us that truth often waits until we shift our view.

A rusted-out truck, overtaken by vines and time, becomes something new—a quiet monument to usefulness, surrender, and the beauty of what's left behind.

In the hush of the forest, a curl of bark poses as pastry—proof that nature has a playful side and a flair for visual poetry.

A quiet rock in a still pond dares to dream beyond gravity—reminding us that some of the boldest journeys begin with inner longing and reflection.

A moss-faced tree deep in the woods becomes an unlikely critic—reminding us that even the forest keeps watch, and not all silence is approval.

Morning light on a shower curtain becomes a jeweled reminder that beauty, like wealth, often arrives quietly—asking only that we notice.

Two trees, side by side, offer a quiet lesson in strength, difference, and shared growth—reminding us that we don’t need to match to belong.