I ride the stallion thru the dust storm, my guardian rides along side me. I have been warned beforehand that this is a life or death ride. no grays. no subtle shades. no middle ground. Patti Smith, Witt Updating…
Dzień Dobry!
The trip to Poland was much more amazing and inspiring then I could have ever imagined. These are a couple photos of the road in Olszyny that leads to where my grandfather and his family are from. The house is no longer standing, but just being there felt like a dream. Every time I go [...]
Summertime Poem
Summers Stain I laugh like a child toWisps’ of curly hair Flowing free like summer. While the glistening waves Push us towards the sun. Sept 2009