First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
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Dreamanor Lake
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...
Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...