…all my photos look the same.
Same salvia, same bees, same blur.
Can’t be helped. I am powerless to resist those blues, those greens, those coppery wings, this pointed face buried in blossom.
You understand, don’t you?
(You’re just lucky I’m not into spiders.)
Something’s Out There
You’ve come a long way, baby.
I Hate to Have to Tell You This
It Really WAS a Mystery Bird
San Diego Comic-Con: Friday