Gull Times

clouds

Flyer


Fading Light


Before sunset


Wind spinning gold


Weak and far away


Autumn insists on staying


End of time

If this is what I see when my time comes to en end then I’ve seen the best the world has to offer. I’ve seen God’s hand paint a perfect canvas. I’ve seen all there is to see.


Cotton Candied Sky


Up is down


The Beach Still Shines

This was September but you can’t tell from the brilliant sun and the shining ocean it is far too cold to sit in the sand and think about nothing.


Cold Gut


Boston in the distance


On top of the wall and world


Celebrate


White water crash


Residue


Somebody ate the Pom off my Santa hat

He’s in the dog house for real.


Gray, blue, white


December Tide


Cold Giving


Breathe


Too windy to walk

The wind nearly swept us off our feet


Wash away


Under the rainbow part 2