where is the pier?

hiding away...in the woods

only reflections

a glimpse of week two

walking away...
from a fleeting moment

living in the past for the day

gazing out the red door on day five

take a step,
any step

somewhere out there,
a lighthouse

standing still...a blank stare

day one: desperation

zooming out, for the day

Yes?

the red umbrella

the vanishing past

paradise lost

looking away from the reflections

bridging the past

summer is half over

a paradise under seige