I walked on the streets of New York My feet touching the common ground of others It doesn’t matter what face we have, what color we share we all have to pick it up what we leave behind Good or bad it all comes around
Spring! You are wanted!
Gardensituation: Ice cold winds and a frozen brown cake of oakleaves that refuse to give in to my rake. I love the natural colors of earth but NOW I need color. No more white snow, no more brown dirt, no more grey melted snow/asphaltmix. I need color! Solution: A sunday night drawing! Keeps the spirit up a little longer in the waiting for the …