out to pasture

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

metaphor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Let the labyrinth of wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my own life, let my hair whiten and my step become vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul – let my unformed childhood soul, as it ages, assume the rational and esthetic forms of an architecture, let me learn just everything that others cannot teach me, what only life would be capable of marking deeply in my skin!”

 

Salvador Dalí

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there are times..

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s good to trust that voice inside your head

but only if it’s your own

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prediction

 

 

The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible

 

It was going to be a harsh winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sunday drive..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

is that still a thing?