Hillside horses fixed in the fog,
All facing north,
Heads to the ground,
Nibbling at whatever
They can find
Through the new fallen snow.
Dec. 31, 2009
The flight of tomorrow
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home. -Twyla Tharp
Writing generated from the rural life
writer. teacher. podcast cohost.
El amor cruza fronteras / Love crosses borders
reflections about God and life
We are all just babes in the woods.
A blog of Jim Smucker's run across Ohio to raise money for a house for flood victims in West Virginia