Not really.
Scrap life-ing.
Bits and pieces out of my image library. Not showing off my technique, just cool little moments.
Grandson
Young moms doing lunch in the park. They let me stay.
Old dog. Losing his hearing. But never his imagination.
Thirty years, we been making music with these dudes. Behind the hot, sick music – silly guys.
Snow on forsythia. Not that long ago.
Muddy, wonderful horse. Fancy legs in the muck.
What G gave me for our anniversary
Forsythia draped in pine. Even less long ago.
To be continued . . .
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