In a horse’s eye, I see myself—flawed, exposed, vulnerable—yet accepted with a blink and a slow exhale.

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.