I hope you are down for a load of ups (keep hovering over the captions and they will expand):
Camping under a blanket of blue sky.
Too much glare, print too fine. I could not follow any of the rules . . .
The downstairs bedroom.
Deeper than it appears. Wider too. And it never dries up.
Reminded me of the symbols on a U.S. dollar bill. Dollar Tree?
A gentle flow.
In site . . .
In reflection, the sky is also blue.
You can visit for only $6.00. Did the price go up, or has it gone down?
After a lengthy prayer, I asked for a sign. I hit play and then shuffle. “Pilgrim” was the answer.
There is actually no danger at all. Only the potential for it.
An ideal fire evokes almost everything . . .
Breakfast is left-over from dinner—just the way I like it.
Good to the last drop.