Don Quixote come out wherever you are
this windmill needs tilting, it’s plain to see
now I see those monsters you spoke about
aye, it seems we were the fools all along… 50 more words
4 days, 6 hours
She’s sleeping by the windmill
the one that measures time
no sweeter dove is calling
by mourning, she’ll be mine…
1 week, 4 days
Pardon My Garden
When the weather keeps me out of the garden, but I really need to get outside, it’s time to combine some amateur birdwatching and amateur photography. 422 more words
1 week, 5 days
Corinne's Photographs & Prints
Wondering why his photo is being taken, a mourning dove eyes the photographer.
I have spent very little time outdoors this month, but here are a few nice birds from the past few weeks.
This Yellow-rumped Warbler was displaying his namesake near Ankeny NWR. 94 more words
1 week, 6 days
The motherless child
Is shrouded in thick darkness,
The mourning dove weeps.
Swarming locust feed,
Devouring the lush flowers
And leaves the earth bare.
New healing appears, 16 more words
Creamy morning dove
High in tree top late day sun
Coos softly for mate.
Art Prescription: Caught a glimpse of a creamy-white breast of a mourning dove. 14 more words
2 weeks, 3 days