simple glance, simple night…. simple tunes, starry eyes, simple smile under the lights simple smile over an ice cream fight a simple ,...

I grew up in Sarasota Florida. Venice, actually, which is also the winter quarters of the Ringling Brothers & Barnum and Bailey Circus....

The fog was a misty veil, separating him from the dock he knew was there, magnifying the sounds across the water and making the gentle...

I still daydream of you, we'd travel down to Ponchatrain put our feet in the water and smell the rain.... those long light days golden...

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Day is changing colors now rose above, and mist and blue between is settled in peaceful in the gloaming... lights come on, and dogs come...

Night air....street light glow.. The little moments, Imbued with the traces of all you are... softly shining threads of the fabric……that...

Summoner High Worshiper Confessor Priest of Light Spirit Guide Periel's Host Tamsine's Comfort Trothfang's Hand Singer of Eluned Eluned's...

Packed up all the rifles You showed me where the wounds were... the bloodstains and the rivals Like your pain was worse, babe, from me...

Not Enough... You're Not Enough for me... Those words spilled out like broken pearls... they fell across my shoulders, down my eyes.......

I like the way he looks at life contrarywise. From a different facet in the glass. I've always been this way, since I was small. Sitting...

The Master of the House.....Beckons your trembling soul, calls your dark nightmares to loom high in the ghastly moonlight.... in his...

I love the hours when the shadows get long Sunlight melts to mellow amber welcoming the satisfaction and jollity of a good day done. The...

Are you more in love with your pain...than with me. That's how it seems. (artist unknown)

Swimming in reverie…. Crystalline warm breezes, performing from my whole soul….and roses…Huge, fat, velvet lipped and languid, drowsing,...

Whispers of languid raindrops, patter across courtyard ferns, from a pre-dinner rain, mingling petrichor with night jasmine and roses…...

His hands….. sepia toned and supple. Of another era. Strong lines, refined and gracefully masculine....much like the jaw line. An...

A cool Spring breeze cuts through the afternoon sunshine like a departing whisper of winter among the colorful market stalls, and touches...

Joining my voice with all of my friends and faire family to remember the man who brought us together and made memories that we hold dear...

The light is changing, bringing a lovely golden hue to dappled afternoons....bathing brisk breezes with a sense of festive expectation...