\ Somewhere between years and memories, past and present is a place where time stands still for awhile, at least. Childhood home, now long gone,…
\ Somewhere between years and memories, past and present is a place where time stands still for awhile, at least. Childhood home, now long gone,…
No time to write today, but luckily I have a few photos that I have “artistically” altered. Kiowa Indians in bronze along the Wichita River.…
It was Werewolf weather yesterday, misty rain and cloudy. Seriously, if we had moors instead of mesquites, it could happen. Why do I think this?…
It came down like a spinning top. The air was heavy, then darkness fell, finally the atmosphere became an envelope sealed with destruction. The people…
2014-2015 has been a pretty good year, I must say. I got to see several concerts over the past year, which is unusual for me. …
It’s Townie Town where the clowns clown around Undaunted by arrogant mishaps pulling themselves up by their bootstraps A fine group of yes men to…