Whispering vines

As a canopy spread over delicate leaves wilting growth reached for speckled light finding its way through


Major & Terra

It wasn't that long ago I was wiping sticky fingers off my truck windows and crumbs from the back seat. Now I find myself cleaning dog drool and sand from all windows and surfaces. Times have changed but the chores have not.

Little boy Bobby

This baby face I have never kissed but know so well as it is one I grew up alongside and then again held as my own.

Beautiful Growth

As life sustains, while we hardly notice, it is busy writing a beautiful story of its growth