This is JB's grass garden. It's only in its first year, situated in a back corner of the back yard. It slows me down when I look at it, which is always a good thing.
Gee, I hope this works. This sign is in my mother's bedroom. You will either see one thing or another. It's kind of a trick. I'll be interested in how it looks to you.
Dear God, may I return to Maori Italy one of these days. This shot is nothing fancy--just across the street in a little village where people take lunch from 1 pm to 5 pm, work again until 7 or 8, and spend a lot of their time eating and hanging out.
These are the footsteps of my best friend-come-a-visiting. She hopped out of the car and out of a snowless state and made her mark in the front yard and in our company over a fine few days.
I posted this tarot reading a couple of months ago. The important point is the 3rd card/final result: the "World" card is all good. It seems to be shaping up this way, to which i say "thank you".
He looks quite different every week and his eyes are blue, but this boy Mr. Ryan is unbelievable!!!!!
The photo on the left is my both-deceased grandparents. I never met my grandmother. She died when my dad was quite young. My grandfather lived next door and brought me the tail of a pig once when I was sick on the couch. Don't ask me why, but I thought it was pretty cool at the time.
The photo on the right is from my mother's refrigerator: she and I on another couch one summer's day awhile back.
I love this little house I live in. I think this shot of the world's smallest dining room explains why.
Here's a before and after of the livingroom. JB and I ragged the walls ourselves and lived to tell about it. And Ces' painting--well, pretty cool, huh?
I know it's blurry, but this is further proof of what an angel Mr. Ryan is.
These two Ces paintings have new wall-homes in the house, but this is one of my favorite shots. kj the poet-novelist is on the left. The Blue Nude is on the right. The originals are unbelievably awesome, as you might guess.
What an ending to this post. Here is a young mumified slave from Pompeii. Whatever your lot and circumstance, how about just being thankful you didn't have her/his miserable job. And then, while you are thankful, maybe you could decide to be one of those Mystery Angels I've been nagging about.....