There’s something about a worn out book or journal the story contained within the pages is a life lived worth telling about open it up and read even a little and you’ll see the tears, the wear, the soft pages, and frayed corners are evidence of different seasons of use, tears, joy, sadness, happiness, loss,Continue reading “Stories Lived – Stories Told”
Oh to be king Of my own little world The things I would doAnd see I’d find my Queen And it would be Just you And me.
Pt I. I throw my line out with high hopes, It’s been slow, but I don’t mind. Nothing clears my head quite like “wasting time”. Pt II I cast I wait I think I admire Its hard to be caught up in the muck and the mire of my thoughts when I’m standing in theContinue reading “Field Notes Series: #3”
June 21, 1893 Ruth and I took the train into Chicago for the fair. It was hot, unbelievably hot, but our excitement was too great to be extinguished by the heat. We had heard they were unveiling some sort of new attraction and we had to see what the fuss was about. When we arrivedContinue reading “Field Notes Series: #2”
During quarantine my wife and I were sitting on our back porch enjoying the weather when we sparked a conversation up about creative outlets. My wife is an amazing artist, and when she decides to draw something she does it with excellence. I had recently bought some pocket notebooks from a company called “Field Notes”Continue reading “Field Notes series: #1”