Home for the holidays
I believe I’ve missed each and every face
Come on and play my music
Let’s turn on the love light in the place
It’s time I found myself totally surrounded in your circles
Oh, my friends
Please, celebrate me home
Give me a number
Please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song that I’ll always remember
That I can recall whenever I find myself too all alone
I can sing me home.
When you write you lay out a line of words . . .the line of words is a hammer . . .the line of words feels for cracks in the firmament . . .the line of words fingers your own heart . . .you wield it, and it digs a path you follow (Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
My Crazy Family
This is our attempt at a Christmas picture. I set the camera on automatic, and it didn't stop at one picture, it took a string of them. I think the two funniest things, besides Sparky jumping down, are my dad and Michael in the back as the pictures progress, and Jesse not moving a muscle through the whole series.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Isabelle
Friday, November 20, 2009
On our way
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Fun on Vacation
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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