I miss my camera...my notebook, when I am without one.
My voice when I can not find the words.
My emotions understood.
My discoveries in even the most familiar of places.
My eyes wanting others to see.
My camera takes me to the heart of my soul.
Tues. Mar. 6, 2012
Apparently my Fairy Godmother never appeared, no bibbity bobbity here, never to grant those wishes I may have lust for in my youth, and perh...
So there I was seeking out a washroom, while strolling short corridors within' the diagnostic imaging department in a fabulously fashio...
Saturday morning, showering, changing the towels; retrieved from the linen closet, in the hall, I realize something is happening. I re...