I've been a lame blogger lately. Working several jobs at once, and a trip out of the country to my opposite time zone, followed by a wicked case of p-new-moan-ya, (emphasis on the moan, thank you very much) has kept me away from the keyboard.

I think I told you all, I sometimes drive my family crazy taking pictures? Trying to get just the right angle. Not only the colors, the shapes...but the feeling of what I'm seeing.
(I have 12 versions of this flower-filled, offering bowl. And those are the ones I kept.)
It's strange. I've noticed that when I can't get to the keyboard often enough, my pictures become much more elaborate. Almost like little stories.
Poignant.
Kooky.
Romantic.
And hopeful.
It's been a long, weird month (or two.) But the stories are there....
No matter how far I go, I can't stay away.


