First Cruise

"Surely, two of the most satisfying experiences in life must be those of being a grandchild or a grandparent."
Donald A. Norberg

View From A Bus

"Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down."
Oprah Winfrey

Hitchin' a Ride

Ride, ride, ride, hitchin' a ride
Ride, ride, ride, hitchin' a ride
(Vanity Fair)


Dog park or bust!!!

Mountain at Bullhead City, Arizona

"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." ~John Muir

L'amour Est Rouge

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss

L'amour Est Bleu

Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world now I'm without you
Gray, gray, my life is gray
Cold is my heart since you went away

(Sung by Andy Williams)

Every Flower Was Once A Seed

When I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
And I will turn and look inside me
And bid farewell to one more day

Every light begins with darkness
Every flower was once a seed
And with the sun and wind to test us
We are bound to be released

I will fly beyond this valley
And I will open up the gate
And when I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way

We have hands to hold our sorrows
We have tears to heal the pain
And though your eyes ask many questions
On your lips I hear my name

I was born without a whisper
I was born beneath the rain
But when I reach the place I'm goin'
I will surely know my way
I will surely know my way

(Emory Gordy Jr./Joe Henry)
Sung by Wynonna Judd

Poppies

"As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them."
Henry Ward Beecher

Main Street Fort Worth Art Festival 2010

"What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit." ~John Updike

Be Careful What You Wish For

Should have rethought "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." Still cleaning up a month later!
































"If a man could have half his wishes, he would double his troubles." ~Benjamin Franklin

Let It Snow

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Mustang Island

Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over the town now.
Oh! I guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.

Wilson Pickett

On the Driveway on a Rainy Night

Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
Guess I'll go eat worms,

Long, thin, slimy ones,
Short, fat, juicy ones,
Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.

Down goes the first one,
Down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.

Up comes the first one,
Up comes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm.

Neither Out Far Nor In Deep

The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.

As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.

The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be---
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.

They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?


Robert Frost

A Texas White Christmas

"Unwarmed by any sunset light
The gray day darkened into night,
A night made hoary with the swarm
And whirl-dance of the blinding storm,
As zigzag, wavering to and fro
Crossed and recrossed the wingèd snow:
And ere the early bed-time came
The white drift piled the window-frame,
And through the glass the clothes-line posts
Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts."

John Greenleaf Whittier