Three Muses - Fruit

PHEASANT

When I was a child, pheasants such as this nested in the fencerows.  At dusk you could hear their
call.  They were magnificent, beautiful birds.  Sadly they're gone, as are the fencerows.

Digital Whisper - Mask

BAROQUE TODAY

Three Muses - Umbrella

Ahh, romance!

Take a Word - Circle2

Three Muses - Masculine

Take a Word - Rusty

The rusty old truck in a field in Oregon is extracted from a photo my son-in-law took recently. 

Digital Whisper - Billy Goat

Three Muses - Clouds

Take a Word - Castle

Digital Whisper - Fireworks

Happy 4th from my city!