And the old, gnarled hands worked the metal and stroked the wood. A lifetime of odds and ends cluttering shelves and leaning against walls. Still, the fingers touch with love and affection such humble treasures found long ago.
"Nothing Exceeds Like Superfluous Jejunity "
Stories and Musings on Modern Life
Explorations in Authenticity by Michael Mark
Myths, legends, folklore and tales from around the world
❈ Silvia Ganora Photography ❈
Free to Be!
Usually Poetry
traditional haiku in the english language
Love
Intertwined passions ~
Design, Make, Pray, Repeat
Auf einmal ist alles relativ
Just my various random & miscellaneous stuff...
Expanding Fully in this moment, understanding ourselves deeply, finding happiness
This so reminds me of Ted’s father, Frank. He died at 93 able to do this work until the year before