Gone again, another light faded
Into the bleak background energy...

Now that I'm in my sixties
I'm free to be uncouth...

Six decades, three score full years,
Wandering around like I know...

Ever far I've been 'round this world,
Hundreds of cities, thousands of trails...

I think for some the greatest beauty
is what can be appreciated...

I'm that guy who comes in the post office
Fifteen people in line, goes to the machine...

Usually you look back on defining moments,
But occasionally you see it unfolding...

My brother says the verdict is in ...
most of our family is square...

Belinda, RIP
It's not just finishing the race...

This child clings to her cat
Falling asleep in the dark...

Better than I Gave Credit
Missing My own Child's Song...

The kids are home for holiday
So peaceful this morning, warm and overcast...