Tea with Mother Nature

A note on forest bathing

The hues of the lorikeet

Photostory from a morning walk

In the spring, the dogwood trees would bloom in a creek near my house where no trails went and no one seemed to know but me. This was a…

On the trail, I come upon a stone structure, the only thing left of a human settlement. This forest is where my grandfather used to bring…

Do Animals Have Dignity?

Month of treason

In my backyard