If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. Marcus Tullius Cicero Treasure arrived by the ton. Stone, river rock, sand,
There may come a time When I will lose you Lose you as I lose my light Days falling backward into velvet night The open
“And I to my Motorcycle Parked like the soul of the junkyard Restored a bicyle fleshed With power and tore off Up Highway 106 continually
Photography 101: Day Eight… Natural World & Leading Lines “Turn left.” said the Saguaro. Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.