Luna

Love you my little Lobo

The Crystal Ship

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
~ The Doors

This sense of self is an illusion. And it doesn’t develop from within. It develops from without, from our interactions with those around us. The process begins at birth.

100 People of Dance

Three awesome ladies

beautiful pups playing

Why are we here? Because we are here.

It's Been A While

Hasn't Hit Me Yet ~ Blue Rodeo

You say that you're leaving
Well that comes as no surprise
Still, I kind of like this feeling
Of being left behind
~ Blue Rodeo

Hyak. The roped descent. The tunnel. Then Hyak. Luz de Sol waiting for me. Keechelus Ridge. Lake Kachess. Then the Trail From Hell.

Memory of a Free Festival ~ Bowie

Bah Sah Gim