nothing sweeter then baby feet cradled in the palm of the father’s hand.
Month: January 2013
reflection from a motorcycle gas tank
I took this at the Barber Motorcycle Museum. This is the largest motorcycle museum in the world. Pretty cool to have something like that 30 minutes down the highway
old as dirt
This amazing succulent is incredible. This planter holds some that was probably planted in 1980 or so. It was my husband’s grandmothers. She had this plant everywhere. You can pull it out of the dirt with roots & stick it in the dirt & it thrives or you can break off a piece & stick…
chipped paint
I posted the whole doors a last week. This is a detail shot.
an old blue house
I don’t know what to call the white thing other then an accent piece, anyone know what this is?
there is a lion on the kitchen table
He wants to smell the flowers…
silver tables on a concrete floor
Barber Motorcycle Museum. A very cool place to be.
i will paint
These are my brushes in my water glass. The sticker is for my father, the eye doctor. The black brush in silver was my Grandmothers. On top of the book, you may not see it, is my Great Grandfather’s ivory pocket knife he used to carve with. Art & Rabbi are my history on my…
standing out in the crowd
is not me, I like to blend in. My photography can stand out.
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