Shedding

journeys 

sending forth 

positive energy

releasing 

shedding light

falling

toward white 

shine

irrefutable 

intensity

potency

because it

reveals 

you

Trust

Running like a stream

Genuine

Pure, with calm, clarity  

Serenity

Yet ominous

A force 

To be reckoned with

Barriers

Deceiver

Trapped in your own space

The blues

Falling like rain

Dripping

Soaked 

Faith punctures 

The high tide

With no regrets

Floating

Drifting 

Fearlessly immersed

A True Classic

I love anything vintage.  

Vintage cameras, vintage clothes, vintage jewelry, vintage cars, vintage wine, vintage buildings. 

Most especially vintage photos.

Vintage can mean the best of it's kind, the most distinctive.

A character of excellence and enduring appeal.

Vintage photos are truth.

I find that It's kind of like looking at a secret.

There are quiet stories that are told in each photograph containing a very small voice with 

a major force.

A moment in humanity.

A true classic.

All I can say is thanks for the memories.

Gifted Inspiration

These brushes are not mine.

But they inspire me.

All my life I thought I would paint.

And I did.

Then I stopped.

I never picked them up again.

They kill me.

These brushes.

The paint stuck in each hair.

The strokes.

The stories they have told.

The beauty that they bare.

Their honesty.

So raw.

Whispering in my ear.

Challenging me.

Begging.

Be brave.

To pick up my old friend again.