My Kind Of Place…..
I don’t hear screaming sirens, no heavy tread of boots here No tramping, dumping of waste, white puffy fluffy clouds here Lush green alpine trees, rocky mountains, pristine lakes here Angels dance in moonlit play, the song of nightingale  here Waters deep, path edgy, cliffy, valley of colorful flowers here Who has any desire of […]
PHOTO 101 Day 5: Solitude
I don’t hear screaming sirens, no heavy tread of boots here No tramping, dumping of waste, white puffy fluffy clouds here Lush green alpine trees, rocky mountains, pristine lakes here Angels dance in moonlit play, the song of nightingale  here Waters deep, path edgy, cliffy, valley of colorful flowers here Who has any desire of […]