The silent Communion 'tween Child and Dog;
Fresh made acquaintance, ancient ritual...
La Chasse a L’amour
Dancing barefoot on the waves...
On a crisp Spring morning on a trail
at a point I was walking my bike...
Memories continue to assuage the longing
not to say goodbye to the days of youth...
Never let a day
go by without at least once...
Stumps from drought
scar the park...
I stand on Hellespont
my love sleeps on the other shore...
Why such an old guide?
‘Cause the things I want to see...
Fortune is god's way of teasing us
giving the illusion of happiness...
“Dad? What is the meaning of life?”
I used to concern myself with that...
The veil is lifted from my eyes
yet still I do not see the truth...
She was a true Russian Princess
every hair in place, each seam perfect...