Life is Beautiful

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 One of those pictures when you put your camera on the ground where you can't see the viewfinder, let it focus on what it wants to, and push the shutter button.

 They say life passes in the blink of an eye, but if your eye is a shutter... 

Dusty Sunset

There's a very fancy flower

 Somebody didn't read it.

Thistle; the field anemone 

Flower waiting for sunset

These ones are so cheerful

The jungle of grass

A pecan tree. The leaves always grow in these really pretty whorl patterns, if you look at them from underneath.

Karen dances

Funny thing; you would never find her in a field wearing nice clothes like that

Or on an abandoned gravel road
A little tree takes the stage

Spring and the unexplored hill

Campus at Sunset

Road to the Ridge

Country roads

Californian flowers

Sunset in front of the Ad building

Wild violets

Unusual creatures found in the forest

Roses on the corner

A bird's eye view of a pine forest

Italian-looking houses in San Diego

Lichen on the Ridge

Summer morning

The long tunnel in the Ripley's Aquarium in Gatlinburg

Puddles in the long field

From a different angle

Sunset over San Diego area

Purple flowers in the field

Joshua Tree State Park

The field below the green houses

Spring

Sunset over a Californian beach

A Florida swamp

The mini holler near the dorm

Teresa models a hairnet

Outside Macy's, looking up at the Empire State Building

Waiting for the Subway in Penn Station

Riding the Staten Island Ferry to Manhattan

The Staten Island Ferry Station in Manhattan

Sophie, about to sing to the Seniors last year 

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