“Lane of Poplars at Sunset” by Van Gogh
Pumpkins at the farmer’s market.
With Halloween approaching, a picture of some creepy woods only seemed appropriate. So, here’s Aokigahara.
A stimulus for a day of magical thinking.
Oh, how I do remember this iron fence. It was like the bars of a prison to me for two years. This gate held an oppressive force over those late nights (not too late since floor check was at ten thirty).
It’s International Walk to School Day!
How do (or did) you get to school?
I rode the school bus when I was little and my mom drove me when I was older and thought I was too cool for the bus. What about you? — Tanya Ballard Brown
It’s one of those nights whenever I just want to curl up and watch Grey Gardens. Albert and David Maysles have such a way at profoundly displaying the human emotional condition.