Secondhand Smokette and I are heading to our youngest nephew’s high school graduation, and then taking another nephew on a quick trip to Europe. However, while SHS posting will slow, don’t wander away. I’m taking my laptop and will try to check in from time to time. I might even post a photo or two. And I’ll be back before you know it.
Meanwhile, here’s some real secondhand smoke so you won’t miss me too much:
And here’s Woody and Diane having some fun at the expense of theology and philosophy. Enjoy.
Greetings on a Morning Walk
Blackberry vines, you hold this ground in the shade of a willow: all thorns, no fruit. *…
An Outline of Trees
They rise above us, arching, spreading, thin Where trunk and bough give way to veining twig. We…
Fallacy
A shadow cast by something invisible falls on the white cover of a book lying on my…