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Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

Wherever a free bird sings, there is my favorite place. A spring sketch series.

I’d rather be present in everything I see and do, every day.

Contemplate how many untold stories an old tree can contain.

If most clouds feel familiar, some look as if they could carry you out of this world.

In the shade of splendorous blooms, it will take more than a crowd to faze you.

Few things are as sweet as raising images off the pages of a new sketchbook.

The lingering cold slowly gives way to the first blossoms. A zen monday tour of the Zurich Botanical garden.

The scent of a pine tree forest lingers through a bird’s first spring call.

Variations further your learning, though not all are equally appetizing.

Silence awaits at the top of a snow-capped mountain.

Aspiring to a tree’s journey… resilient growth, cyclically filled with beauty.

The first moon of 2018 starts its ascent tonight. May it illuminate the beginning of a fantastic year for you.