Earlier this week someone stole the guest book out of the art exchange. It wasn’t just a matter of ripping the book off of the string. They took everything: the eye screw, the… Continue reading
This blurry bumblebee was determined to photobomb every shot I took of my poppies. Cheeky bee.
The hardest sad endings are the ones you can’t bring yourself to talk about.
Not every road looks like one.
You are love, my love.