Family and friends with Thomas Sayre’s earthworks sculptures near Oxford, NC last summer.
Hi mom!
One of my favorite photos. Clementine and my nephew.
My grandmother gave this to me years ago. It used to be my dad’s. Ssshhh. Don’t tell him. He might want it back.
A belated Happy New Year. (This image was found on the internet…I didn’t create it. It also makes me hungry.)
Hope everyone has a very happy holiday!
Roanoke, VA
Random use of hyphens.
The moon last Saturday night.
full autumn moon to my gate comes rising crested tide
Matsuo Bashō, 1644 – 1694
Celtic Springs Farm, 2010.
“Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same…”
Fuzzy photo memory: little sister and nephew come for a visit last February.
wool⋅gath⋅er⋅ing/ˈwʊlˌgæðərɪŋ/ [wool-gath-er-ing]
1. the blog of artist Sean W. Byrne (read bio).
2. indulgence in idle fancies and in daydreaming; absentmindedness: His woolgathering was a handicap in school.
3. gathering of the tufts of wool shed by sheep and caught on bushes.Origin: 1545–55 | Dictionary.com Unabridged | Based on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2009.
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