Every artist dips her brush in her own soul, and paints her own nature into her pictures. She glanced at the phone, losing herself in another meaningless train of thought. Mama, the found the body. She heard the other line of the phone whisper out to her. It made her angry, .

And yet here I am again, the fracture now deepened into a canyon of griefthe only relief coming from the river of memories flowing within. Another Angel in my Sky! I Love You Aai.

In the Clouds of Your Memory. I am here sitting in the clouds of your memory. Deeply engraved in the walls of your existence. Imbedded in your very essence. Recorded in the story of your life. Loving you for all eternity. Like a hidden spark of flame. A sudden rush of Love. A moment waiting its birth in a near tomorrow. Like a ray of sun brightening your day. Like the hope of a marvelous dawn to come. Or a promise of what will be.

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8230;but have an umbrella handy, just in case. Sometimes, I am guarded about what I say to you, or around you. There are so many ways to say the wrong thing.

Professional Photography by Katie Johnson, Santa Fe, NM. Train by a Lake in Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada. I took this photo eleven years ago, when I took the summer off, packed my car with my dog, my camera, and my camping gear and headed out all over the Northern US and up into Canada. Oh, it was a good summer.

By leahyetter on February 14, 2018. I was contacted by Liz from The Farm Paparazzi. Who needed a cover photo for the winter issue of Cow Country. So what did I do? I scheduled with my neighbors to join them and the ranch dogs during their morning feed. I went over around Christmas after days and days of snow. Try not to shiver while viewing these. The First Calf Has Landed.

When I started this blog, I wanted to write more. That was seven years, 529 posts, and over 1. Despite Incredible Breadth and Flexibility of English Language, New Brewery Still Opts to Name New Beers after Boobs.