Just a scene I made on a 3D modeling program.

You have to kiss alot of frogs to find your prince.

Everyone has those boxes — boxes of nuisances — which we try to hide from others. We don’t want others to really know who we are until we are ready to let them in.

Poem about having a basement that is loaded with junk.

About a fun day up on a hill.

We’re going to be hugged by angels.

Humorous poem about my obssession with boxes.

Gesture of romantic finality.

A poem about a special person and how much that persons missed when there away.

How my shelves reflect who I am and my accomplishments.