
sworls flow, colors blend
patterns ridge and rise; be still,
my sunflower heart
sworls by Angie Quantrell
Photo by Angie Quantrell
P.S. It’s sunflower season. I can’t help myself!
by Angie 2 Comments

sworls flow, colors blend
patterns ridge and rise; be still,
my sunflower heart
sworls by Angie Quantrell
Photo by Angie Quantrell
P.S. It’s sunflower season. I can’t help myself!

Photo by Angie Quantrell
Text by God
by Angie 4 Comments

umber does not mean
somber, though pandemic frowns
steal sunflower smiles
umber by Angie Quantrell
photo by Angie Quantrell

Photo by Angie Quantrell
Text by God

Photo by Angie Quantrell
Text by God

grizzled and gnarled,
you lichened, weathered, old man;
desert strong sagebrush
gnarled by Angie Quantrell
Cowiche Canyon, Yakima Valley, Washington State

ancient, speckled orbs
water smooth, sand-polished gems
glisten, river rocks
river rocks by Angie Quantrell

spikes of glass reflect
shimmer, glow in morning beams
frost swaps dull for bright
morning frost by Angie Quantrell

sun bursts explode in
cloud window of winter light
sunset fades to dark
fades to dark by Angie Quantrell

Donavyn, Taylor, Jamie, Autumn, and Ginger (the 4-legged one)

Hayden, Gage (shortest), Chelsie (tallest), and Khloe
From our family to yours,
Peace and joy!
Kevin and Angie

“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
~ Luke 2:11-12
