Sunday, April 29, 2012

After The Storm Passes

































Sunday Morning

Dunder-bluner-thunder all night.

The smells of crisp clean air that's all around this morning.

Everything bathed and washed by Mother Nature ... no troubles in my garden.

Ladys smile at me.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter all night long.

Rain drops dripping down.

Nature's artwork.

Morning Rose

Wash away my yesterdays.