The late year

"The late year has grown fresh again and new
As Spring, and to the touch is not more cool
Than it is warm to the gaze ..."

Edward Thomas

Skagen

Looking for the blue hour, finding a more pinkish one

Hi gorgeous

Hi gorgeous - wanna take me for a ride?

Resting alone

Resting alone on the beach waiting for someone you know will come

The owner of the hat

The owner of the hat has moved on to other things

Unawares

I caught my garden unawares, engaged in all kinds of mysteries

Whispering

I just wanted to tell you that you're the best little mother in the world