7/22/2011

Dave Bonta July 22, 2011 5

A question mark butterfly lands on the porch and begins tasting the wood. Its wings open, a brown leaf turning back time to fiery autumn.

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Rosemary Nissen-Wade
13 years ago Permalink

Striking image!
Linda
13 years ago Permalink

this is beautiful, thank you
Landscape, with Incipient Questions
13 years ago Permalink
Susannah
13 years ago Permalink

Lovely! :-)
Dave Bonta
13 years ago Permalink

Thanks, y’all!

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