I don’t know what it is about statues but I love them. It’s impossible for me to pass a bronzed or marbled or any sculpted shape without climbing it, mimicking it or getting my picture taken with the immortalized soul. I am sure some psychiatrist could dismantle my obsession with ease but I can’t figure … More What is it about statues?
I’m getting old. There are no lines and no grey hairs, but there is an abundance of nostalgia. Now whenever I step onto the island of my birth, I feel…what is it I feel?…I guess I just feel like I’m home. There’s something about the sight and sound of the ocean that grounds me. Something … More Going Home