On my last trip to Arizona, I was delighted at how well my social traffic app works to share real time traffic conditions and save time and gas money.
Thoughts | Ideas | Musings
I didn’t end up in (or under) any of the Kansas floods. My house DIDN’T wash away. (knock on soggy wood) although I shouldn’t count that out yet.
When I was a kid we had a big lawn and the cheapest lawnmower on the block. ..our lawnmower was always covered in rust and when pushed shrieked like a banshee in heat.
Several years ago, I found myself enjoying the early morning hours more and gradually switched over to being an early bird. I don’t know what the genesis of the change was but I can say I like it.
Capturing motion is a beautiful way to convey a story in a photograph, sometimes even more so than a photo of the same subject in a stationary pose.
I never became a lawyer, but I did fall in love with Della Street. It seemed to me that Della was the perfect woman. Day or night, she was forever doing whatever Perry asked…
Who actually decides how movies are rated? How do they know who should watch what and the type of effect it would have on them?
Today is the first day of spring and with it comes all the wondrous things we love about it; soon the buds will show their heads, the sun will greet us in the morn, and flowers will bloom in many colors.
I couldn’t resist picking up my brushes to see what I could do with it. For those of you who are interested, this piece is acrylic on untempered masonite.
The incident I’m going to describe didn’t happen overseas; it happened at New York’s Kennedy Airport, a simple scene but one that still lingers with me.
..can take many an unexpected turn. Sometimes the signs are there well in advance, however we have not learnt to read them.
I grew up reading Dr Seuss’ hysterically funny, brilliant, and whimsical books that were written for children; but truly for all ages. When I had children of my own, I bought his book collections for them,
Have you ever had Vertigo? Vertigo slams into your head like a speeding bullet, a bus out of nowhere, and full of maliciousness in its pursuit of a wobbly gait.
Right now I do feel like FanBox is a pyramid scheme. It only took me three years to get to the point that I had experienced enough BS that I could close the door on it forever.
I was directed to write a love letter to myself by my wildly loving friend, J Clement Wall. My initial thought was “how romantic, a love letter to Leah”.