PL Fallin Photography

Sleeping In The Forest I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full...

How I go to the Woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and t...

Poem from a "Thousand Mornings" by Mary Oliver who is a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet whose body of work is largely fil...