“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
“You seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect.” …
Since I started taking a photograph every day of my life, I will never take light for granted. The more I learn to work with it, the more in awe…
Pinterest is the new vortex that’s sucking up my free time. It’s replaced my ripped out magazine pages and is certainly prettier than a bookmarks folder. It’s like blog reading…
More of Him, less of me. (a little less of me, 365 Day 127 Photo) “I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in me, and I…
I wasn’t sure if I’d have anything to show for this year’s Tops, Tanks, and Tees Knit-along. It’s been crazy time around here, so I haven’t had as much knitting…
These photos don’t look very “winter” do they? It’s Second Spring here in Southeast Texas, but I’m knitting away on the wool socks anyhow. You probably recognize the Fine and…
