this month’s muse came from a few song lyrics, and, well, the side of a worn out wall. just a few lines from round here by the counting crows step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white and inbetween the...
i remember when i was young my mom would try and get me to “rest”, so she could lie down for a little bit too. i have tried to do similar things with my children, but like the me of my childhood, my kiddos too, just can’t stop moving. they are...
oh the delay. so sorry. i think we can all appreciate “how it goes”. i have had these on my desktop for two months now. i have been playing with them, re-playing, sharing a few here and there, but here are my favs. the top list of shots from my...
