It’s so curious: one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of ...
Taking photographs and writing is my way of saying I was here, I saw this, I ...
Leaves were falling, just like embers,In colors red and gold, they set us on fire,Burning just ...
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see. — Edgar Degas said ...
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed ...
No one feels another’s grief or joy. People imagine they can reach one another when in ...
Trust that little voice in your head that says, “Wouldn’t it be interesting if…”, and then ...
Not being a native of Arkansas like my husband, he sometimes doesn’t understand when I speak ...
Flowers are the poetry of earth. — Valeria Mahoc said that ...