This time we won’t let death win.. .

Nothing can describe this feeling.. .

It is always nice to recognize the species of the birds, while enjoying their sight and sounds.

Redemption, seduction, truth, and love covered by the grave of all the mentally shunned. Timidly walk away, but gradually let that fade, till I turn away to make my own day.

When venturing into the countryside, one would never miss the consistent calls of Tuk, Tuk, Tunk, Tunk, like hitting copper, which is given this bird its name – Copper-smith barbet.

Do you often sit and wonder?

Singing birds play their songs aloud for many purposes.

You can’t keep forcing something if it is just not right.

Emptying my mind out on the computer screen…

The interest of humanity as a human is a new mold.