Little sparks of light in days of big worries. And sometimes grim moments. A photo diary.
even our bird restaurant—Chirp-Fil-A—is quiet
it all seems even darker
kip trying to find friends in the street
new friends, the frenkels
a nose like cleopatra...
...and eyes like marty fieldman.
mom's fight
so glad i have somebody to play with
my soccer champ
we haz ONE peach!
we haz EIGHT carrots!
Bill Withers dies at 81. And it still is a lovely day.
Mom is tired. It has been enough, time to go home. Home to her Jim. The last corner.
A lead toy soldier's grave
Our 10th anniversary. Our journey is as weird as a John Irving novel.
Feeling boxed in.
The serenity outside, the storm inside.
We survived hurricane Jimmy, back to CoVid.