where the poppies grow

where the poppies grow

 

the bells

the bells

 

where I used to look

where I used to look

 

the peonies that pain my heart

the peonies that pain my heart

 

in the summer’s rays I wildly bloom

in the summer’s rays I wildly bloom

 

no title

no title

 

winter’s last consolation

winter’s last consolation

 

hanging

hanging

 

by the Cathedral

by the Cathedral

On a November late afternoon just before the sun leaves. NYC

 

at sunset

at sunset