Sunday, May 21, 2017

Crooked River


Beautiful things can be seen all over the place. Sometimes I get lucky and witness the splendor with my camera in hand. 








Friday, July 19, 2013

Cobwebs

There are many more, and should I get a wild hair, I may share them with you too, but for now there are enough examples for you to get a feel for what we were doing.


Attic Dust




Sifting Through The Attic




As I Am
Years ago, a friend of mine and I started playing with graphics and words together. He went out each weekend and took hundreds of pictures and found it fun to see if he could pick something up along the way that might instigate some graphic maneuvering from me, then I would tie in a part of a poem I had written and we shared them. He went by the name of Sklee. I ran across a puddle of some of those that we had already posted in a world gone by the way of cyber growth. Walk with me if you will, for just a while, as I move forward down a different kind of memory lane.
k~

Friday, August 24, 2012

Visitor

There was a young dove that let me enjoy its company today, while I was carving out my place in the paper caves.


It looked me over a few times to be sure that I was not going to do anything harmful.



 Then it walked over to the other side of the railing on the deck, made itself comfy on the corner and went to sleep.


We spent over an hour together, in peaceful meditation.