i don’t have a voice, but my heart always sings.
I’m infected. I am cursed! I am held captive by this powerful force.
C’est La Vie!
I’m making mini-posts of these 9 chosen Travel Themes into a post. I overkilled some of these images, and I loaded it with clichés. :)
I just couldn’t let go of this prodding temptation and nagging question of eating a blowfish.
Went to Okinawa’s Southeast Botanical Garden for some Christmas illumination.
There’s beauty in uncertainty.