Sometimes
It's nice
To bob along on the surface.
No time or inclination
To explore what lurks beneath.
Just float along
On a gentle wave.
No tides or currents
Just smooth sailing!

Gary's mom and great grandson, Mason.

Art Crawl

To see the sky
Not made of clouds
But as infinite points of blue.
To see the prism rainbow
In the luminous shades.
To see the world
Through an artists eye.
To paint the words
That create the earth.

TGIF
And Carnival's over!

Anticipation
Excitement building
Like a volcano set to erupt
A slow rumble today
Exploding tomorrow.
Swept up in
The thrill of School Carnival

Angry birds outside my window.
Angry brain inside my head.
Their morning melody
Sounds more like
Fingernails on the chalkboard
When you wake up
With a migraine.

Tuesday
David Sons Award!
More details to follow...