All I’m trying to do is gather some sort of memory. Some sort of understanding. But what really happened when my mom passed is I remembered that which is gone.…
A while back I started “Its the little things”- A vehicle, a sort of catalyst to moving through. Some vagrant way of tip toeing through one of the most troubling…
Last year, when i started writing ‘it’s the little things’ ( found here: “it’s the little things category” ) I was fascinated with objects- mostly that had been around since…
“its the little things : you’ll never know what you’ll find” {image is an ‘out-take’ from a new project entitled ‘InterUrban Reflections’}
here’s the last image i took about a week before my mom passed away for ‘it’s the little things’ and so… i’m saying basically …. i divulged these ‘its the…
on fridays i used to get to hear my mom sing
taken out of context, its just a glass that used to have bourbon in it
One day in the “realm of the accidental” I came across “mistake media” and a love was born read whole post here!!!!!! http://lalaluvu.com/2010/02/28/its-the-little-things-a-moment-in-time-spanned-with-faernworks/
futile time definitions
even if tomorrow everything stopped, up until then life happened
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