Under the eaves with paper, glue and paint. She brought laughs with her poems about how to survive a blizzard. She was luminous, funny, real. I was 2nd in line to have my book signed. OK, maybe not a.

Me, my bike, my life in France. Like most teenagers he can inhale his bodyweight in baked goodies, which we often cook together, hence the nickname. Alex helping me with registrations at Kivilev 2011. Waiting for the race to start in Vence.

The View From the Back Door. Documenting the daily changes in the Rowan tree. Certainly no need for the hose today. The rain has been persistent, but not particularly heavy. At times there were touches of blue in the sky, but it was grey for most of the time.

NSFW Just a collection of niceness.

The View From the Back Pew. A retired minister looks at the world around him from a different perspective - the back pew. From this viewpoint his restless mind is free to wander out the door to topics secular as well as religious. Saturday, October 24, 2009.