


Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
Dreams of dirt, and muddy yesterday’s. Mt. bike rides, and colorful memories. ~Mark Schutter ©2015 Where do you…
I come here to find myself, it is so easy to get lost in the world. ~Author Unknown…
The sun’s rays still beat down hot as the afternoon slowly faded to evening. A breeze blew off…