
He Spent A Lifetime Gathering Eggs

He Spent A Lifetime Gathering Eggs

She Would Get Lost In The Birds Of Paradise
Their Wings Were Like Pieces Of A Puzzle

Storage Was Becoming A Problem

Organizing Was A Somber Task

It Had A Profound and Silent Beauty

He Found Comfort In Symmetry And Order

The Alligator Seemed Adrift

The Ray Seemed Fathomless

She Was Haunted By Its Elegance

She Used The Silver Lids For Preserving Vegetables

Nature Took Precedence Over Science

He Insisted His Organization Was More Realistic

It Was The Last of the Passenger Pigeons

She Stored Her Eggs in Nests

His Den Was A Reservoir Filled With Memory And Longing