Just a couple of ramblings:

No avenues to confide, eyes and their lies
Write away pathways, dirt may despise
Bugs crawl to check everyone can read the "why"s
Fear's not a way of life, to greet our surmise
Understanding and blending with the ties
That grab together to advertise
A company's backing and an empty shell
That chooses your life and your hells
"Tune in's" here, go into your cells
Go in for rebirth, don't forget the tells
Memories given, memories taken
What would you like when you awaken?
So fill the space with whatever disgrace
Just remember to live with your own pace

Say Hello

This year was the best year yet. My daughter was born on September 19th at 1 am. Her name is Mao.
First Bath

Sound Asleep

Big Foot

All you need is this...

and this...

"What you lookin at?"

Snow Angel

Up Above


Goodnight

This Year Was Lacking in Color

The fact that I am only now sitting down to reflect on my day, nearly two weeks later, is a testament to how busy my life has become! The 21^st was a Monday very much like most of my Mondays, except for the pleasant, periodic reminder that many of my friends and loved ones, separated by copious amounts of time and space, were connected in the littlest of ways…

Documenting the majority of my day would breach the confidentiality of the clients I encounter, so you will see the few moments that were actually ALL MINE.

It was a colorless day, but not in a bad way…

Grateful for a hint of color...

Home again...

My day ended watching Conan O'Brien deep fry Spiderman!

Enjoyment Found In Passage of Time

Bhanda, or Rising Upward

Sometimes I'm Afraid I'll Forget