Category: Hope

First one rolled up, unsaddled and leaned his bike against the rail. He stood alone, gazing across the water to the cliffs towering the park.

My wife sat with the small cardboard box in her lap. She lifted the gift, weighing it in the air. “What is it?” “Open it,”

You’re likely looking at Gumby and thinking, What in the world? I was too when I opened the image last week. Now as a reminder

Started out as just another chore. I worked hard on washing, drying and an occasional re-do. After putting away the hose, bucket, and towels, I

A day just like any other day. I woke early, grabbed my camera and headed out. This day I drove to one of our local

This 1907 Mission Style eight-day wall clock belonged to my grandparents on my father’s side. It usually keeps time to within one minute between windings.