Atalanta Rising

The only New Years resolution I ever kept was giving up New Years resolutions. The year I resolved to give up New Years resolutions was the year I came to terms with the fact that they were merely adults casting magic spells over their addictions and struggles -better known as demons. When we cast magic […]

My Dearest Sara, My mentor and new friend, we made it out today with only a few tears. Thank-you, for everything! I don’t know if I’ll every be able to repay you for all you have given me, you are such a smart and talented business woman, with an enormous heart and amazing spirit. We […]

I want to say something nice and clever to go with the picture today, but I don’t have anything that wants to stick, and I keep editing it after I’ve already posted…that’s kind of lame of me. Blogging is hard sometimes. So I’ll just say, enjoy today’s photo and I hope it brings you some […]

I am wishing you a most relaxing and peaceful day!

I’m always a little puzzled when I drive past this farm, I only ever see these two horses buddied up in the pasture, and the name of the farm is “Dos Asnos”. I have a limited grasp of spanish, but it means something like “Two Jackasses”, right? So, it’s been on my mind the past […]

Sorry I missed “Wild Turkey Thursday” and “Flower Friday”; it’s been a busy week at work… …and I’mma tired lil’ squirrel, who’s dead on her feet… …and my shit be spread thin and all over the place… …and blogging would involve at least two functioning brain cells to rub together. But, no worries. To make […]

I have been insanely busy and not taking many pictures lately, so I haven’t had much to post. I try to catch the good stuff when I can, but for many weeks it seems I’ve had to zip past a lot of good picture, cursing my luck that I’m so busy and didn’t have time […]

I didn’t forget; here’s a lil’ catnip! Bees love catnip, even more than cats. Ok, It was either this, or a picture of a flower painted on my toe; I have ugly toes. So, catnip it is!

I know what you’re thinking; “It’s Thursday, where be my turkey!?” Well, fear not, here they be. This is a flock of males; I’m not sure yet when a male turkey goes from being a jake to a tom. Probably in the spring, when they break off to form their own flock of hens for […]