I am always looking for frogs and toads along the little stream. Here he was, a true guardian of the threshold.
The past shows a sacred perfect geometry.
Along the stream I see the abundance of life. Springtime -
even the grass is full of beauty.
Tiny flowers are growing next to my path.
The Geranium is shameless in its attraction.
Some flowers are so perfect they are looking like plasticized.
A metallic beetle feasting, happy in the sun.
A rock with a green tongue, that licked up the rain of last night.
A hairy heart of sage, still full of dew.
Nature offers a million images.
Another ancient reptile keeping watch in the sun.
Water of life gushing down in abundance.
It is life giving in a transformation from wild chaos to a calm flow.
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