I like crows . . . in photos.

Would this be the crows' counterpart?
I feel a story coming on . . . and the crow is the good guy.

My son Jensen, the cow-herd.

My son Riley, the animal lover.

Not my son, but just about as colorful as one of them.

open my eyes to the colors around me...open my nose to colorful smells...immerse me in the rich colors of "being"
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