Wild over growth of green and dry weeds, strong worn fence, foggy uncertainty lures with a whisper…. jump! photo: Northern California Coastline beckons me to stay. This fence has…

                               Unfolding, petal by petal, accepting the reality of each moment …not rushing it to be more than it is. The secret is not stealing the beauty of tomorrow by…

Like an empty bottle, has your heart ever been shattered on dry ground? Has it ever licked its wounds and found nothing relieves the festering, not even the watering of your tears? Have you ever cried, finding yourself lost in…

a rough worn chair waits in the garden of my parent’s. remaining a favorite place to soak in the sun. there amongst the sunflowers and the pomegranate tree it has taken root. long days and dark nights it weathers time…

                         Looking in the mirror she realized she forgot to take her white hi-top socks off and put on her red polka dotted underwear! Now she understood why people were whispering and…

                                My Dad is cool, see how he wears his belt? He knew then, as he knows now, how to live life…anyone who can stick out his tongue while focusing…