arid clay close up cracks

My “work-minds” like mud, summer sunlight dries it all, world is real again.”

bay beach bicycle clouds

“Alone on lakeshore, soaked in bug spray, fishing pole, missing my Grandpa”


mosquito biting on skin

“Pale legs with pink dots, mosquito and chigger bites, guess I must taste good”


“Tire swing in air, no fear of where I will land, I bravely let go”


“Suspended Summers, Bittersweet swirl of childhood, memory, and desire.”



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