Birds sing
I hear their calls
Breezes heavy with scent pass
Distant rain and flowers flash
I create their forests
Tall pines sway
They hide meadows
Grasses rustle among flowers
Bees crisscross frantically
Quiet storms whisper in distance
But the Sun doesn’t yield here
The birds continue to tell
Their story of this place
Karin Ravasio nature photography, motivation, products
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
Karin Ravasio nature photography, motivation, products
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
