Divinity Drive
It wasn't a great day to drive east west, or in other words, perpendicular to the mountains, with the wind gusts, the flood waters, & the fog…
Merry Christmas
The hills are draped in a wet snow, white against the brush strokes of black trees that follow the ground, in graceful arcs of falling, impassable terrain…
The Snitch
On the cusp of writing my annual Christmas letter, I pause to absorb my own gratitude which sounds funny but when you're touched by anyone, there you find your heart…
Changing Light
I was obsessing all morning in preparation for the arrival of the house appraisal professional…