This month last year

August rushes by like desert rainfall, A flood of frenzied upheaval, Expected, But still catching me unprepared. Like a matchflame Bursting on the scene, Heat and haze of crimson sunsets. Like a dream Of moon and dark barely recalled, A moment, Shadows caught in a blink. Like a quick kiss; One wishes for more But it suddenly turns to leave, Dragging summer away. ~ Elizabeth Maua Taylor To view a complete listing of all galleries and sub-galleries on this website click on tree view in the upper right hand corner of the screen,then click on the desired gallery to access it. Or double-click on an image below to access individual galleries. Your comments and votes are always welcome. Enjoy your visit!