With the utmost love I refer to my youngest son as a demon sent straight from hell to torment me. With that in mind, I can’t afford to be one of those parents who suffers with shame when my child does the unthinkable because I would be continuously ricocheting off the walls of those long… Continue reading Warning!
It dances merrily down, gently plowing a path as though according to plan. It glistens wildly as it twists and turns softly through the chilly air, its crystal points alive with the power of racing cold: breathing life, freezing life. In the sun it throws off flashes of sparkling light as it floats, as it… Continue reading A flake of snow: Delicate six fold symmetry
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 