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
Phloxes in front of Roxanne Drive house