|The Pale Leaf|
I've been reading a lot, looking through the camera lens a lot, drawing a bit, not painting much...
I think I die a little bit every time I go there...
|Hostas in a Cluster|
|Two of the three baby racoons|
|The Little Monster at Play|
|Popeye and sunshine|
|The barn swallows are back!|
|Rotten old plywood|
|My one dog named Max, the best of good boys|
My doggy is aging...but happy...I don't know how much more time we have together, but I'm making each day matter, he's downstairs waiting for me right now (no longer able to climb upstairs to stare at me.) I can hear his little doggy-paddle pacing, waiting, anxious to go for another walk...which I will do now...