I am on a fucking role. Or at least it feels that way in this particular wedge of mindful time. That may just be the copious amounts of nicotine, caffeine, and bourbon flowing through my system. Or it could be the the progress it feels has been made in such a short extent of free time. With so much left to go, I feel the possibilities are endless.
Have I mentioned how much I love this photo? I’m narcissistic ass hell if you haven’t already noticed, and I love to gloat upon myself. But this photo…. The red tree, the blue of the sky, the copper of the five headstones versus the steal grey of the obelisk in the center….. sheer art— if ya ask me, any way.