The sun
A
Beacon
Through the
Trees
Into
Solitude
It
Leads
Me
Lens-Artists
Cloud Speak
On A Roll
Angelic
A Bit Subdued Tonight
Spiraling Out Of Control
Ready To Rain On Your Parade
Orphaned
Lens-Artists: Messages
It’s A Must See
Mountain lakes
Cold
And clear
Beckon you
To
Come here
If
You wish to
Feel
Small
Stand
Under trees
Really
Tall
Running water
Year round
Flows across
Rocky ground
Wildlife
Of every kind
In the Rockies you’ll
Find
Out of My Write Mind 