Winter is richness, not death. Riveting blues, stark vistas, animal tracks seen in a brilliant sun. After her tail quickly vanished into the ravine only her tracks were left on the snow. Cheeky coyote.
Winter
Winter is richness, not death. Riveting blues, stark vistas, animal tracks seen in a brilliant sun. After her tail quickly vanished into the ravine only her tracks were left on the snow. Cheeky coyote.
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I love that, Noelle: “cheeky coyote.”
You’re cheeky, grrrl.
xo
I do my best, my friend. Cheeky women, generally hang with other cheeky women…..
I liked that phrase too …cheeky coyote…and today I will echo Noelle…cheeky women! 😉
Cheeky women arise!! Sorry, I reverted to the 60’s. Great photo as well, with the most vivid colors!
I think all women have a little cheekiness in them. As they should really. A man is not whole unless he has loved a cheeky woman.
LOL. I just love cheeky women. Am married to one myself.
You married a cheeky woman…. Why am I not surprised!
Well, I came to comment about the lovely shadows and animal tracks, but truly, how can I resist wanting to be another cheeky woman? ❤
I had no idea there was such a deep current of cheekiness amongst us. I may have to write something cheeky for the sisterhood!