I think not; our paths are always changing, our life situations are always under reevaluation. Dreams and goals shift and morph in relation to an ever-unfolding now, a dynamic reality. My expectations and hopes reflected a well-intended naiveté. And while Amigeo for me represents pursuit of a dream a fantasy on some level I realize it is not my time for that dream. Chris and Peter posing with defunct mailbox.

It cleared up early this afternoon, after raining all day yesterday and all night last night, so I went for a walk around Buttonwood Park, which. Fails to have wondrous things to see and photograph.

Monday, July 31, 2017. I survive in human realms both virtual and actual. My small size lets me creep in spaces that the humans have not found. But usually I leave the domestic cats and dogs alive.

Seems impossible, yet that is exactly what one middle-aged woman accomplished. After becoming an editor with. Hale penned the much-loved nursery rhyme,. Mary Had a Little Lamb. With modern society and modern advances, a feast such as this is almost unheard of and our waistlines thank us.

April 9, 2011 by johnatwood. John passed away October 21, 2010. We, his family, miss him terribly. His work, his artistry on worthy of display, and I hope you will come visit. Eastern Sierra Herpetology Club May Trip. May 4, 2010 by johnatwood.

Moments of light in West Britain and Ireland. That low hush you hear with your diaphragm rather than your ears. All night it accompanies your sleep and your waking moments; wild, slightly menacing, yet reassuring. All day it is there, bracing you against the world. The beach at dawn is a secret, special place. Rose hints in the sky reflect in wet sand.