Remembering a true, a more than real strong love that I could never forget neither could you..

A story about a long lost relic of the past.

Observed – a little girl wanting to ride on an old wooden rocking horse outside a crowded secondhand shop.

Doesn’t anyone notice?

Comes the day when we all must pass.

Remembering a love lost in the very table we made them.

The post-modern world with its changes has me down at times. I feel so alone until I release and rely on a much higher power that is greater than any force imaginable.

Forgotten by people?

Love lost
hate lives
whispers in the wind.

In the 1800’s east of the Sierra Nevada, lived a deprived group of Indians, They were considered the most deprived Indians in the entire United States.