ok, so this is how life works…

in America…simplified by me. I think of America as a game of Monopoly. I grew up in the small State capital of Vermont–Montpelier. A town where all business were owned by my neighbors. Everyone knew that if we wanted Montpelier to thrive, we needed to support our neighbors. Easy enough, there were no giant Wal-marts…

the name says it all

we speak of broken dreams as a bad thing, but just this once, it worked out for the best. the sign originally said, “DREAM” it was broken perfectly.  to me it says, “amy”.  Broken Dreams worked this time. 🙂 ~amy

Gosh, you smell so good…

the morning sun just barely kissed the lavender this morning. i could smell it while i took photos of it.

i see fear

captured in porcelain @ the Birmingham Museum of Art