White Heart

A light white heart left behind.

A bright white heart for me to find.

Santa

You must believe in Santa, you must believe he is true.
You must believe in Santa, or he won't believe in you.

Evil Lurking in the Grass

Evin lurking sharp on the blade.

Soon you will be gone, hiding in the shade.

The sun will shine upon you and I will see you again.

However, I'm not sure if I would call you a friend.

The evil grin you bear hiding under your hood.

I find you lurking, but not like I thought I would.

Easter Island Moai

Easter Island Moai in the palm tree.

Appearing in the bark, it is a mystery.

The stones of the Island are quite a mystery too.

But to find them here in California, in a tree, who knew?

Dear Old Sweet Face

His eyes are so cute, yet so sad at the same time.

His expression is humble, he has nice smile lines.

He is much older now, yet he is still just as sweet.

He wears his dentures sometimes, but only to sleep.

Emerging Life

Injecting light, emerging life, this photo reveals a birth.

The blooms look like odd pods planted upon this earth.

Bishop in White

The Bishop and his congregation wear white.

The others in front wear red, what a sight!

So many I find that hail to the sky.

Pointing and praising, and I think I know why.

Because love is there and I believe that to be true.

Just look around it will change your point of view.

Cutie Pie in the Pink Bonnet

Cutie pie in the pink bonnet, isn't she so cute?
Sitting there with her pet, looking so astute.
This one is my favorite it feels like a nursery rhyme.
I photographed a moment that was caught in my lifetime.

Noble

Nice profile, nice nose.

Nice beard, nice pose.

He is so noble and appears so strong.

He and others found where they belong.

Dying there on the brown dead leaf.

His reign is over, what a relief.

He is getting old and the new will take over.

Probably in September or in early October.

Gossip

The princess and the common folk always talk together.

They gossip all day long in any kind of weather.

Today they talk about dancing, the prince, and being as light as a feather.

They talk about the ball, the dresses, and a photographer named Heather.

Sad

He looks so sad.

I feel so bad.

Smoking

They protect her and her baby.

Maybe they will quit, maybe.

Angels

Angels here upon the rose.
Angels near they hold a pose.
They are so pure, they always wear white.
 They even look bright on the darkest night.
I love this photo it brings me hope.
 I love this photo it helps me cope.

So Pretty

She points the way, dressed in pink.
 They look so pretty, don't you think?

Red Heart Lips

I love those lips, they are shaped like a heart.

I love those lips, never let them open apart.

Keep those lips together.

Forever and ever and ever.

Busily Finishing the Paperwork

The rose is so beautiful, I would want to work with it too.

Appearing to be typing with the paper was quite a surprise, who knew?

Try to find him, he has the paper in his hand.

Nothing in nature is never ever bland.

How can this be, the paper is white and I can see his little face.

Oh thank you planet Earth, I love this place.

Decrepit Old Leaf Hunched Over

I took this photo at the L.A. Zoo.

I didn't see his face until I took a closer view.

He has a long beard, he looks like a very wise old man.

Take a look for yourself, open up your mind, if you can.

It takes a certain eye to see what I see.
I personally just let them be.

I never pluck them away and take them home.

I just take their photo and let them be shown.