Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. A red light used to flash when a voicemail came through on the old office phones. They had cords and wires and buttons, remember those? I used to wrap the cord around my finger, flatten it out, and kink it up. Five times today, I received a message from the same woman.

A Few Photos from the Week. Nan Persinger on After the Storm. On The Wonder of Things. Nan Persinger on The Wonder of Things. On Middle of the Night. On The Wonder of Things. Sharon Harbaruk on Holy Place. On Middle of the Night.

At last we come to the final movement. Anna falls desperately in love with Vronsky. While among highbrow, sophisticated society, they try to contain their emotions. So now we come to the fifth and final movement.

Shades of orange and blue,. As we sit, at opposite ends,. Of one two seater couch. We are alone in our own worlds,. Distant realms, conjured up,. In the books that we read. Minimal, growing smaller,. As we reach out and touch,. Like the fire that licks the coals.

Ideas that pop into your head when you least expect. Can you stomach it? A little liquid courage. Leave it to the boss, nature got your back. The pun that cost me my friendship.

Everything and nothing in one place. The Time I Forgot About Time. Like there was something wrong with my actions.

A View Through The Liquid Lens. Butthole of a Bronze Lion.

People say to me that someday they will have time. I am privileged to work at what I love.

I am back from my stay in Atlantic City and had a great time! On Friday before heading to AC I did have work. That was when my coworkers all surprised me with the card and cupcakes! The other great part about Friday is that it was. The first Friday of the month, and as is company tradition on the first Friday of every month the work stops at 4 and we start drinking! So overall, ended up.