Pictures of my little mountain bike and hiking playground. Where the dirt, the breeze and the sounds and smells of nature help me find myself again.
Where do you go to find yourself?
In the solitude of night as waking dreams linger. Still cloaked in the promise of the morning’s first…
Hark for Spring Forum Comes! The last Fall Forum has faded into distant memory. Behold, ahead looms the…
“Momma, don’t be mad at him, he doesn’t know any better.” The words rang in my head like…
Lost in confused belief of one small spark. Still quiet of darkening night as color fades. Haunting romance…
Staring at the ceiling as silent tears from the corners of my eyes roll quickly down, leaving tracks…
[youtube=http://youtu.be/SyAN-c9k9HA] Great song!
