Bored, nothing to do
Astro has adjusted to us being home more. He get’s more walks, and more attention, but he still likes to run off and have some alone time. Don’t we all.
A little help please?
As we walk around our neighborhood “exercising” we see lots of signs of support for the dependence we have on delivery services. How different this pandemic would be if it happened even 5 years ago.
Where once there was there now is not.
Other Stories of Brokenness
We found this lemur hidden between the rock it’s sitting on and the bluebonnets. It was hidden, dirty, wet, and sad. Somewhere a small broken heart misses this lemur. We set her up, sitting, waiting. But it’s been days now and she still sits, waiting, as the storms start rolling through. I tend to like […]
I caught myself staring at the ceiling again.
I’ve spent a lot of time staring at that ceiling fan. Mostly after our lost pregnancies. Mourning our three children that would never have a future. I am a broken man, pulled back together. The photos this week reflect some of that brokenness, and some of the healing.