Roses on the garden wall.
As the cycle goes, we are born and die. The cycle is a never ending circle of life. Returning to the earth as nature selects.
Cunningham’s White
Curled in a flower, resting for the day.
Butterflies in Spring
I was following the snow
Track on The Trail Lead to Home
Hidden in Nature 🪺
Spiders 🕷️
Bird of Ponds and Parks
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 🪺🧿
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