A Bat Hunting Moths At Night Art

serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
A picture of the heavenly Libra, the scales
An outdoor scene at home in the back yard. A white Dad and his African-American little girl (5) who is crying. Dad is calming her and making her feel secure.
An outdoor scene at a camp. Lots of kids from all different nations, all races and both sexes, between 7 and 13 are standing around, like on a playground, in smaller mixed groups. Some are telling stories, others are playing hand games. Two boys are shooting marbles on the ground. Someone has a ball.
So, you look at those captains and then at yourself and you wonder: “Why them, and not me?” As you paddle along in your pitiful state, a canoe you hope no one will see. But there’s just enough room for those trusted to you for safe passage, provisions, and tare. So, you keep to yourself, and you follow the shore, making passage for those in your care.