Hero status.

Ampersands & Instincts

"They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all [men] have."

Nerd alert...that is quilled!

Image = my brain as I walked through the doors at 4:45. Last day; quietly rejoicing.

Garden 2, J. Lynch

For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.
-Aristotle

Olde English Spelling Bee

Washed Out

"People take pictures of the Summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to proved that it really existed."

Seven cat friends.

Um, stop it right now...sneaking out of the forest to steal mac&cheese.

"For You"

S.M., you should get paid for excavating.

Klimt

I'd rather be: park lazin' with some wine, cheese & crackers.

Steel wool time.

Aileen dislikes pugs.

Ex-Voto/Milagros

I saw a woman that was completely missing her left arm. Her right arm and hand were severely deformed. She had a bespectacled little daughter who held onto the long, left sleeve of her mother's shirt as if nothing were missing. This woman wore her rings on a chain around her neck. It was beautiful.

Josef Frank

Woah.

Irkutsky Dom

Sketchy

Taxidermist

"Ports"

Friday night filterless.

Regrets and misplaced inquisitions

that Neverland bandaged.

Heading north,
with the world's best jukebox
by my side.
Slow dancing
with swordfish
and stingray,
My scales
tipped towards love.
Sometimes faces say it all,
for better and worse.

Uh-may-zing. Earnestly, I hope this family went everywhere dressed as such.

"Do you make love with words?" -Stein

"The Joy of Life," Matisse (originally purchased by Gertude).

Apiology

Wrought Iron Bees Nest.

Rubber Soul

Just Because

Adorable, fabric floral garlands.

Independence

"Roebling"
Seaport strolls,
suspension bridges,
and speculating on how many birds
die mid-migration,
whose bones line the oceans
in layers of history.
Taking steps of understanding,
and watching lights
that never burn out.
Beach blanket dream stores,
and ideas as numerous as the sand
that creeps into everything it touches.
Silence that envelops, and warms,
and rocks you like a boat on the open seas.
Stepping back to move forward.
Wishing on fireworks like dandelion puffs,
in the seventh month of the year.

Vintage Green Bottles