Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
photo a day...times two
spent thursday in hospital waiting rooms and a home without internet (I know, right??)
so as promised, today we have two days of photo a day.
the day was long and flat
but when the sun went down
and your star came out
magic
my dad is home
and i am doggone happy
so as promised, today we have two days of photo a day.
the day was long and flat
but when the sun went down
and your star came out
magic
my dad is home
and i am doggone happy
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
photo a day...don't forget list
'the worse pencil is better than the best memory.' anon
a million things to do before i go
don't forget, don't forget
off to finish the things that i knew i would remember
i think
*i will be taking a photo tomorrow but may not post. will be in a hospital waiting room. so maybe 2 on friday. *
a million things to do before i go
don't forget, don't forget
off to finish the things that i knew i would remember
i think
*i will be taking a photo tomorrow but may not post. will be in a hospital waiting room. so maybe 2 on friday. *
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
photo a day...two trees that could
driving home
i saw you
your little christmas self
sweet rogue caught between
the street and the sidewalk
sprouted or planted
under a canopy of old oaks
all dolled up
standing proud in february
and
nobody tells you
to stand
bare and shivering against the wind
you wrap yourself
tight and warm in ivy
i saw you
your little christmas self
sweet rogue caught between
the street and the sidewalk
sprouted or planted
under a canopy of old oaks
all dolled up
standing proud in february
and
nobody tells you
to stand
bare and shivering against the wind
you wrap yourself
tight and warm in ivy
Monday, February 7, 2011
photo a day...at work's end
after a day of creating jewelry
all the beads and silver
get put away
and the tools
leave their reckless pile
and pretend once again
that i am organized
all the beads and silver
get put away
and the tools
leave their reckless pile
and pretend once again
that i am organized
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