eleven

the thrill of birthdays when young. eleven was special for me. i can still smell the mix of plastic and electronics as i held the small white transister to my ear.

i hope this day remains etched in my dear daughter's mind....she has been anticipating this for months.

keepin' the lights burnin'

imagine building after building solid and stately...fufilling its' purpose for generation after generation. is this a thing of the past? disposable country.

Is it a Symbol?

Guiltily I reached into the potato chip bag for some crunch and salt to accompany my tea and pulled this out. No ordinary chip.

The headlines continue to scream crisis and suffering. It prompts a bit of philosophical thinking. In this day we need to muckle onto anything worthy, anything positive. It is faith that guides us through crisis, the hope for better times and a strong love that binds us in unity. I can do my part in my little world. Sure, I'll take it as a symbol. And....a reminder.

Point of View

Here's one of the benefits of high rise living (if only for a few days) you get to see what the world is doing moment to moment.

Views from Above

Small town girl in a bigger little town...8th floor view.

No Foolin'

Spring is coming afterall!

Gifts

The furl of petal, pink....