Category: virtual worlds
Every angle is set to catch a glimpse of your presence
October at the doorstep yet still the meadows are golden green
Mr. Thomas our dear pointer is watching the robins welcoming autumn…
They come from far and wide to visit the Unique bric-a-brac Antique-shop…
A table filled with fruit while summer sings her last song
At the Seaside farm where chickens run free amongst the scarecrows…
Down at the little café at the harbour, nobody cares who you are or what you do …
While preparing a Summer’s end brunch I’m staring upon this beautiful setting thinking… How time flies…
