A Breath Away

We two, with destinies molded by the hands of another, are held in the grips of a story that was not ours to write. Another place, another time and we may have fallen together, to face our autumn days as one. Though our stories are not sad ones, they are not the greatest ever told.

55 words - the picture came first

One glance at the broken glass and he knew, this is where she had been last night. Standing here and watching through the window as he kissed another woman. It had been stupid; he knew it then and now. The scattered shards reflected their relationship; both were so broken they could never be made right.

Tripod + New light =

I went to the craft store today and this is what $5 bought me. Actually there are more bits and pieces and those will take center stage later. Tomorrow's project is a light box!

Someday I will find words...

Ghosts of Christmas past

January Pumpkins?

Roadside Attraction

THe top of Rocky Butte, Portland, OR

I will have to go back when the weather is better. The views are fabulous, but it was too cloudy to see much.

Sunset from Mt Tabor, Portland, OR

Sign of life

Geese were falling from the sky