…And the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they dream…
…Good night, America, how are you?
Don’t you know me I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
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I love the golden hours and on this morning the light coming from the gabled roofline of the Chateau Marmont as the city of Los Angeles begins to come to life.
I was asked by my mentor to pull together 10-12 of my favorite images spanning the last 3 years of our learning agenda.
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Most regular readers of the Blog have realized that for my birthday I received the Monochrome I had lusted after (thank you CF!).
A pluot is a hybrid between a plum and an apricot. They are sweet little jewels of flavor.
Mirror mirror You tell lies Who put crows feet Round my eyes? Excerpted from poem Mirror Mirror by Stevie Taite.
This poor Staffordshire Spaniel sat all alone guarding the contents of its vessel. Normally seen in pairs, these dogs have a long history that ranges from great protector of home and hearth to warning lover’s of whether a husband was home or at sea.
During a recent meeting, I thought of the first rule of presentation – know your audience. It got me to thinking about an early lesson about this very principle.
I was in college with my then boyfriend, WD. He lived in a house with 5 other guys outside of Lexington Virginia. It was a ranch house that became notorious for parties and antics. The house was always full of activity – comings and…
I’ve heard this song for a few years now and each time it moves me. It seems the perfect song written just for us. This is made all the more relevant as Brandi performs it at Austin City Limits – just down the road a piece.
Happy Birthday – I have loved the years to now and will cherish the ones remaining.
All of these lines…
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