Finding the hope of possibility from the freshly fallen snow.

The ideological pursuit of our desires can lead to wars of many sorts.

Revisiting the history of this house I spent my early years in, underneath the eaves of stucco, tile, and wood.

Finding my innermost thoughts in the dewdrops on simple garden leaves.

Using the past as a reminder of future possibilities.

Finding purpose in the cruft and clutter of our lives.

It’s hard to be gracious when the militant and bull-headed oppose your viewpoints. Perhaps in reflection, we can learn from these moments.

Shining the light of the past on the future to come.

This aloe plant has bedeviled me for quite a few years now. It’s one of those “capture if you can” type objects of interest for me because…

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