Lakeshore WildFlowers


wittlehorns:

cabin-feaver:

I’ve been wanting to see these photos together from early spring

where life is scarce where death sings where the beauty is fouund but not in its “true” form find them now before you loose sight

cabin-feaver:

When I got to the last line of trees
My eyes filled with tears
I wept as I stepped out of the shade and into the sunlight

Yet another year