Today is one of those days that I feel oddly uninspired. I had to force myself to get out and capture a few images, still nothing seemed interesting.
What happened yesterday still flashes before my eyes. I lit a votive candle for the one that left this world so soon, so unexpectedly. I’m really sorry.. R.I.P.
Today I found this hand-written note attached to a cardboard box at our small community park. What it says is basically asking whoever is here to practice common courtesy and keep the park clean. We probably will never know if this sign has any kind of impact, but I applaud the effort.
Under the pretense of liberty, do we in fact possess free will? In our whole life, how often were we given either-or choices? What if neither one was truly our heart desired?
I went out alone again this afternoon for a walk in the woods and came across this sign. My companion told me it means Foxhole Street.
