Taken handheld, pretty late after sunset. The colors of the sky were mesmerizing.
Bhalu content with his stick. I don't remember to have eaten any food that made me this content.
Dry grass waiting for the forces of winter to topple it down.
The cut may not be clean but are the rings showing the age. Was this plant telling me that I have killed him at a tender age of two years
Leaves withering as winter approaches, even the rising sun can't revive them. And, we keep talking about life source, and not time.
Seattle can bring surprises. Grey sky can change colors and clouds can turn into gold. Still I don't think if kids will say that color of sky is blue.
I could not do most of the things when one of my thumb was hurt but he can eat this tough antler using his small paws and tooth, as if he is eating cheese cake.
Winter is coming
Technically the leaves are dieing but they shows all colors of peace. Can they tell the future or they are clinging on to hopes?
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