Why am I so captivated by them?

There’s a specific reason why I love this place.

I’m not ready to leave the garden.

And to think, all this beauty is because we lean.

Without asking, iced tea is poured into my emptied glass.

It’s an odd concept to be looking for in a landscape.

The stick hits the water with a quiet splash.

I am an imprecise image maker.

So much for a happy ending.

Of the three churches at this intersection, this is my favorite.

This morning, I am filled with longing.

It’s just not right that a place so lovely would be this cold.