Absorbing Belle~

She twirls and she skips, spreading color upon her canvas...

Campbell Calculating~

My little man. Probably estimating the ratio of water mass comparative to that of sand...

Crumble~

An historical mess...

Reflection~

Just use your imagination on this one...

Crossing Over~

Vieux from Arkansas into Greenville, Mississippi. This bridge over the Mississippi River is being replaced and will soon be torn down. Sad...

Cinnamon Toast~

Sarah Smiley is her name. Stay tuned.....she will soon be a character on her own Blog!

Oh Meye~

With eyes closed, I frolic. Invisible to mere mortals...

Another~

Symbolizes the wicked death of my addiction...

PVC~

For those special news-worthy deliveries...

Patiently~

He too, awaits his bloom...

Dem-Eyes~

There they go again...

Tat~

A tempting ~two for you to vieux...

Me Being~

Tangled up in vieux...

Sweet Dreams~

As fire seductively sways upon the water...

Distraction~

Even through weeds, I see such enormity....

Clover~

Red rover, red rover, lets play in the clover...

Ivy~

Leaves of five, let them thrive...

Boundary~

A pleasant way to let your neighbor know where your property line begins....

Heart Scars~

Taken from a bench located on Lover's Point...

Taste~

May the flavor last and last...

Windows~

If you could only imagine the depths of this soul.......

Foxy Loxy~

I serve him dinner and he laughs and he laughs...

Bon Apetite~

There's nothing better than reeling in your own lunch....

Psychodelia~

I wanna' take a little trip in this shaggy "Bug"....

Swinging~

There's nothing like the colors of childsplay in summer...

Horn~

Tempts me to saddle up and ride off into the sunset...

Bond-aid~

Temporary relief from the need to be in control...

Bug-Eye~

Taken from a sacred burial ground of Volkswagon Beetles...

Lily~

A visual gift from my garden...

Tracks~

The jeweled path that leads me forward...

Zap~

My very own stroke of lightning...

Purrrcilla

My new baby is a poser too...

Girls Will Be Girls~

As they say, "Sugar and spice make everything nice"...

The Annual Potato Picking~

This Year's Picks...

Delta Queens~

After The Sun Goes Down...

Me~

Pondering my exsistance...

My Tatoo~

Sanskrit's "Promise". ~ from the classical Old Indic literary language, as cultivated from the 4th century B.C. onward: because of the antiquity of its written expression and the detailed descriptive analysis it received in the Sutras of Hindu grammarian Panini (end of the 4th cent. B.C.), Sanskrit was used as a major source of data in the origin and development of Indo-European comparative linguistics <>adj.

My Tatoo~