I’d really love to get my sleep cycle back on track.
Sometimes I think a shot says everything I want to say, and words are just baggage.
Every now and again I get a pedi.
…and I think I’ve finally figured out why.
As long as I was out there, I thought I’d do something I haven’t done probably since my kids were little. I built a snowman.
My heart keeps beating like a hammer.
The coffee is hot, the wine is lovely, and new music is making me happy.
I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, but I’ll be heading south again to pick up my travels where I left off.
If I have to choose a physical location to associate with the word ‘home’, it’d be Surf City, NC.
I don’t ever want to feel like that about my work or my art, so I’ve decided to put the 365 project to bed.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I made it safely to Indiana, and I’ll be here for an indeterminate period of time.
It’s funny how much or how little some things change.
Seems like the storms are more than just metaphorical, lately.
Sometimes there’s just one answer to a problem.
Sometimes I see the oddest things in the weirdest places. I’m going to just chalk it up to my artist brain.
No, not that Pop. Just pop, the expression.
Looks like I forgot to take an actual photo that day, but I did take a selfie.
Collegiate Gothic, 16th century China, and a New Jersey Trash Panda
These days, feel-good stories seem few and far between, so I thought I should definitely share this one.