A poem.

Black hills trip.

Remembering the Hills a poem about a remembered youth.

A cottage out in a meadow surrounded by wildflowers and honeysuckles. Wow! What more would anyone need to be happy?

Eat your heart out! The chocolates to behold!

Being awakend to discover that the world has become giant size for someone the size of sand.

Camping in the forest with a campfire. The night animals come out to take a look curious as to who and what it was.

A Long Drive.

Ever think of things you did…or decisions you made…that make you cringe now? Things that make you wonder, "whatever was I thinking"?!

God’s divine creation is a joy and a wonder to behold.