Greg Molyneux
It’s a secret to everybody
The winds of change
These are for you
Just another marsh shot
Making my way
You gotta move
Grooving on some sunshine
And the orange glow
For the cloud fans among us
Just a Silver-Spotted Skipper snacking on some sedum
Down in it
A narrower view
Hushed tones
The purpling storm
I’d love to see you in that dress
Some days the sun goes out in style
The last of us
This is how you sunset
Tucked away in there that’s the Fall
There’ll be nobody home
Working under cover
Just last night
Still remains
Beeswax, are you minding it?
These colors are not your own
Alternate realities
Quick fire in the slow sunshine
As close as I’ll get to painting
Check out all his majesty
Summer sunset on the salt marsh
A crowning achievement
Another look
Imagine gravity