304/365 : It's Christmas!!

296/365 : Tree Light Bokeh

290/365 : All Lit Up

287/365 : Remembering

285/365 : Put Your Back Into It

283/365 : Pinecone

280/365 : Gingerbread Men and Human Christmas Trees

276/365 : Always Fresh

271/365 : Seafood

269/365 : Big Wheels Keep On Turning

266/365 : Pathfinders

262/365 : Friends

254/365 : Stop

249/365 : Poppies

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

243/365 : Oops

240/365 ; Dusk

235/365 ; Who You Looking At?

231/365 : Except The Ones That Aren't

230/365 : Thankful

229/365 : Costco