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.…
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 came down like a spinning top. The air was heavy, then darkness fell, finally the atmosphere became an envelope sealed with destruction. The people…
I was sitting in Golden Gate park among the giant trees contemplating the ups and downs of the construction industry focusing mainly on the downs.…
“Oh hi Greg,” Camille said. “Good to see you,” he responded. “Oh hello Camille, I’m doing fine,” said Gran. “You have really done enough, I…