King of the road

12 08 2017




Flowers 5

12 08 2017




Airplane At Night

12 08 2017

power of h Weblog

I went out with my father to fish one night. A small plane flew above our heads. The moon was soft and yellow like butter. My father cleared his throat. The smoke from his cigar twisted into the cool night air.

Airplane At Night

View original post





I thought we could skip the formalities…

12 08 2017




Osmar Schindler 1867-1927

12 08 2017




I loved her and then I walked away

12 08 2017

I loved her and then I walked away