Tonight, with two days before the passage of a lif…
Tonight, with two days before the passage of a lifetime, I want to commemorate my youth with words painted across the dappled pink sky, the fingertips of God weaving endlessly.…
Tonight, with two days before the passage of a lifetime, I want to commemorate my youth with words painted across the dappled pink sky, the fingertips of God weaving endlessly.…
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” Kahlil Gibran20th century Syrian-born mystic poet, philosopher, and artist
Tonight, with two days before the passage of a lifetime, I want to commemorate my youth with words painted across the dappled pink sky, the fingertips of God weaving endlessly.…
I have nothing really to add to these pictures, except that being there as the sun was starting to set is something I will remember forever. What a life.
Coming down this now legendary mountain, if you are lucky and go the wrong way, you stumble upon one of the oldest working monasteries in all of Korea, dating back…
On top of the mountain in the previous post, there is all this exercise equipment and so we swiveled and shimmied and took pictures of other people doing the same.…
This series of pictures should be viewed as a sequence.It will further establish my skittish nature. Well, Jen and I had trained for awhile to run this modest 10k race…