How things change over time for me.

City life with all its flash and lights, kind of nice. Country life has a few flash and lights of its own too.

A bridge I saw once at dusk.

A couple enjoys the new year.

A man makes a decision.

Low clouds reflect and bring attention to excessive city lighting, called light pollution. On a cloudless they would kill the light of a billion stars.

A poem about my girl!

A detective with a troubling past choices to help a girl from becoming a victim of a killer.
A short story from the collection of David D. Hargro Sr. www.triond.com/overworldwriter.

Just some random lines put together. Hope you enjoy!

A poem written after my first trip to Las Vegas in 2008.