I went out looking for light bubbles ON PURPOSE this afternoon. I knew precisely where to find them. They always dance in the palms when the setting sun plays with them late in the afternoon. If you listen carefully, you can hear them singing. I also found the large family of mosquitoes who live under the palms. UGH. These leaves were swaying gracefully in the breeze the way they always do. They look… Read More
Memories are composed of small details. I understood that after Pops died. As I looked through photographs that I had carelessly snapped of his feet or hands or shoes, I realized that those kinds of details are the ones that make a person unique. Portraits are nice, but what we really remember about a person is the way he holds his hands or wears his boots even after they are worn out…. Read More
Whattayado with photo cards? Somehow, I suspect that really sophisticated people don’t stick them to the fridge. I love photos. I dislike photos on the fridge, and I dislike photos of photos on the fridge even more. What I can’t figure out is what to do with the photos that end up on the fridge! Hmmm….