Quick Sketches From Life in Words and Images. 8220;The rose must re-become the bud born of its parent stem, before the parasite has eaten through its heart and drunk its life-sap. 8220;The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,. Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. 8220; O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

My photography, my art, my thoughts. Time gets very valuable when you have less of it. But I do know that every day means more to me with each passing day. And the people who mean a lot to me need to hear it more often. Opportunity, like time, is fleeting and fragile. Carpe diem! September 3, 2012. Book The deer were in a field with some horses outside of Horsehead. In early December it was rehearsal at .

Friday, July 23, 2010. I have just finished a painting class with Patricia Edie. India ink with water color washes. Wednesday, April 28, 2010. What do you do when there. When there is no light, only a tunnel. I imagine you take this breath. And then the next one. Read the mail, you cry.