Dormant Heartbeats

Memories of dreams and playful hearts lay dormant under a blanket of ivy.

Beach beauties

Its a strange mix of emotions that stir inside of me when I walk alone listening to laughter that still lingers in the blowing reeds and lapping waves.

Brown Bagged Lunches

I was alive and in the moment with my kids in the morning. I will always treasure my brown bagged moments.  

Let the trees speak

This tall and handsome tree started my love affair with all trees of the forest. It is a place where I find tranquility and peace to recenter my soul when the world becomes filled with chaotic and hurtful noise.

Have a Swig

can I have a swig of my water before I die of thirst instead of from the stroke