Best Friend

I feel like we could talk nonstop for a hundred years and still have more to say.

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One time, on the cheeriest of Spring days, this dude accused us of having our own language when we spoke to each other. Some dude…some annoying dude tagging along on our beautiful walk around moss carpeted Irish woods in March.

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We probably do have our own language. It’s full of trouble making laughter and unconditional love.  I would write poetry, bad poetry, about my best friend and read it aloud to auditoriums full of rich white old men with PhD’s. I would do that for her. And it would be hilarious.

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Finally…

Oh, hello there, Winter. Nice of you to join us.

Five Months

The current baby of the family turned five-months-old today. The weather was perfect for a walk on the beach to celebrate.

January Garden

withered but not fallen

Pine Needles and Ice in the Flower Box

Gritty Sunflower Over Winter

Winter in my Garden

Metal Clay Sapphire Rings

These rings are made from sculpted fine silver metal clay and kiln fired. They are solid, organic and quite sparkly in the sunlight.

Photoshop Rules

There is no such thing as over-photoshopped.