Ldquo;I met Lee in 1992, just before his graduation from Central Saint Martins, through a mutual friend. We were all hanging out. The funny thing was that I was a classically trained goldsmith and they were fashion students. Our worlds were so far apart.

I kind of wonder though, how far under the bridge does it really go. Do we really let go of the things that were done to us? June 10, 2015. On our way home, I spotted this truck, and it reminded me of art journaling in which I need to get to work on again. Blogger in a Strange Land.

, especially the Valleys, are seeing temps between 100F and 108F. Along the coast, temps have been in the mid- to high-80s, making it perfect for enjoying the wonderful beaches of SoCal. And people are flocking to them.

UK based photographer capturing life on the street through my lens, documenting Blackpool and photoblogging. And someone walks in to the frame.

Asymp; Leave a comment. The sage bell pealed like a blood orange. Spilled its flesh and soul. Whose banks have grown weary of emotion. Worn tired of holding back the waters. And cried its plaintive song to the evening air. Tangled man and woman and child. Like a nomad herd in search of water. Bending heads in wishful anticipation. Rain-soaked reeds their ears brushed by the swell.