The little guestroom I created a year ago. We have a daybed with a tunnel bug that rolls out. The flags in the room are from my husband and my two fathers. My dad’s flag from his service in World War II, and my husband’s dad’s flag from his service in the Korean war.

Wow.

Wow. No other words.

Happy Easter!

Memories of Easter from a few years ago. These babies are now big kids of 10 and almost 12 years old.

Another Caturday and the feeling that I’m being watched.

March 7, 2018 & March 7, 2026.

Line up of my babies, back in the 90’s. If you currently post the three nowadays you would have to pose them side-by-side.

Some dogs of my life, and a small gray cat.

Leonard, living on the edge. Simon hiding in the background.

Music from the woman cave.

How it is.

Photo description of today, in so many ways.

So very out of touch with the average American and the struggles they go through. Clueless conman.

Meanwhile, on the other side of tranquility, you see the possibility of lovely acoustical sounds.

The room of peace and tranquility.

Detroit 1955: My brother & friends. These guys were part of one of the earliest street gangs.

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Life was kinder and simpler back in those days; dressed in layers to keep out the cold and secured in a reinforced sled.

I believe we had a grapefruit moon last night.

So few Fall days left and so many leaves.

Two of my adult kids and their animals, my grand dog and one of my grand cats.

He’s just a younger, more articulate film flam man.

Sometimes you try to run and hide, but you can always be found.

Clarity camouflaged.

Hunkering down for a long winter nap.

Mood of the day.

Same sunrise, three cameras.