Poetry: “Season Three… another year, wrapped under the tree…”

Season Three …another year, wrapped under the tree. ——————————————————————–   Tis’ the third season has come and the traveling winds have whispered through the winds of change…   I once was there, in a fog of darkness and despair… and now I stand here, near the branches of the trees, where the air has become

Photography: Sunrises & Sunsets in Illinois. A video slideshow