A Cedar Waxwing, eating red berries.
This was my Mother's cat, Emily. She slept on the foot of my bed and she loved Twinkees.
An artichoke ready for the steamer or if allowed to ripen further, will ba a beautiful flower.
Here is an older black man, playing his harmonica with a microphone cupped in his wrinkled, old hands. He will never 'make it big' but will finish out to his dying day afloat on a sea of the blues.