We went fishing at Griffy Lake on Sunday. Ernie is an expert, but I’m just learning. We didn’t catch anything, but it was nice to commune with nature.
It’s all about breath
I don’t know how to act or what to feel. Should I be be terrified? Is it time to prepare for the worst? Is it okay to enjoy the little things while the world implodes? I must be here for a reason, but I’m not sure that reason is.
Rusting railroad cars
Let reality be reality.
Signs around town
Poinsettia in Cyberinfrastructure Building
Flower of the Day