Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The Great Explorers
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Not Quite Colette Amelia's Standards but . . .
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
I Stared At Her
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Life is A Highway
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Kelowna Girl
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Mystery Hole
We found this mysterious home on the top of a mountain. It is very bizarre. It is like someone on the other side of the mountain was digging a railway tunnel and they broke through this side and said "Oh. poo."
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Winnie the Pooh
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Sun City in the Spring
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
The Parched Leaf
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Burn Old Love Letters Unread
I started going through old papers deciding which to toss and which to keep. The archaeological expedition into those buried memories is the ultimate sin against self. It is quite self destructed in a way.
30 year old memories only remind you that the world is not as it should be. 30 years ago I thought my world would be one way and it is almost the polar opposite.
Give me that home in isolation.

