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We set our eyes on the vast expanse, advancing our hope in the golden dance. We sit in awe from our still and quiet stance, mustering up enough courage and love to give this day a fresh chance. ….#photography #instapics … Continue reading →

What do you say when a pet passes? The loss may feel so overwhelming, you wish to curl up in a ball in a cave, and fall asleep, never to wake. It may cut so close to your core that … Continue reading →

We wrote each other’s blames on the night sky, rode bumper boats and played carnival games, until you had a prize. We laughed on the Ferris about the ugly beauty of the sunset, and funneled our emotions into a cake … Continue reading →

As timeless as the game itself. We tie our core in knots with exposure to a once hidden truth. We take the fewest strokes possible to put it in the hole. There is no place where everybody knows your name, … Continue reading →

“Creativity is a wonderful way to help break the mind’s habit of suffering, because they are opposite pursuits…” From this morning’s reading in ‘The Wisdom of the Shamans’ by Don Jose Ruiz …..#mondaymotivation #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation … Continue reading →

I hang my hat on you, and trust in what you are. There is nothing poetry can’t carry me through, for we’ve already come so far. . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig #writerswrite #writersofinstagram … Continue reading →

TY ends a lot of things like the specialty you long for and the sense of finality it brings. It’s the loyalty you wish to give and get, the royalty you wish you could be. The faulty frailty which lives … Continue reading →

We have appointments we keep, and ones that we let creep past us while we sleep. Those appointments are then given to others who are ready and dilligently waiting, anticipating being bleeping great. . . . . . #poetry #Photography … Continue reading →

I was coming up from the basement in Denver, trying to visit the DMV that day. The television was on, as it often was, and Meg was standing with her back to the top of the stairs. There was a … Continue reading →

I see a certain image of you, and it’s the one you want me to see, But only an image will not do, and by me, not me, but everybody. For we didn’t invent the lang, we just learn to … Continue reading →