Spring is imminent and winter will move on but not before leaving an image or two.
It is here that the ghost of my dog waits for me. All the years spent walking and exploring. What was so joyful then is now a holding place, as she looks for me, and yearns for me. All the while I reminisce, longingly, desperately, lovingly.
A good poker room, and the history at the Flamingo is certainly interesting.
A very chilly day and a dusting of snow creates a vibrant wintry landscape.
In keeping with the cold and grey of winter, here is a recent image to illustrate my joy.
Old, forgotten, rotting and alone, sits this relic, just off the highway.
Back in late October, the flowers on this fading sumac tree were kissed by snow.