April is half over already?
It’s such a blur sometimes.
But then, occasionally, something will surprise you, bring you up short.
I love it when that happens.
Tuba in a tree —
one wonders how it got there?
Improvisation!
April is half over already?
It’s such a blur sometimes.
But then, occasionally, something will surprise you, bring you up short.
I love it when that happens.
Tuba in a tree —
one wonders how it got there?
Improvisation!
I like how it’s blackened, too – like the wind has been playing it for a bit; long enough that it’s forgotten it was once polished.
What the…???
Oh, the stories that instrument could tell!