Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark. Agnes de Mille
Molly, Thanks for the comment at the Edge. I was so tired when I got home, but the outing did me good. I can’t imagine wanting to go to Walmart on your time here, but we can go if you want. Surely you have them there???
The sunset is beautiful as vcrimson says. She has a great site. I am not so creative and don’t even know how to post a photo. I am enjoying Alice too. Both are artists with pictures AND words. As you are too.
Journals are like a chain of humanity going on and on and sometimes linking back to the beginning. Wonderful invention, the computer.
…Molly, beautiful photo and prose! Welcome to Xanga and ArtExchange. MuSe
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nice sunset!
Molly, Thanks for the comment at the Edge. I was so tired when I got home, but the outing did me good. I can’t imagine wanting to go to Walmart on your time here, but we can go if you want. Surely you have them there???
The sunset is beautiful as vcrimson says. She has a great site. I am not so creative and don’t even know how to post a photo. I am enjoying Alice too. Both are artists with pictures AND words. As you are too.
Journals are like a chain of humanity going on and on and sometimes linking back to the beginning. Wonderful invention, the computer.
…Molly, beautiful photo and prose! Welcome to Xanga and ArtExchange.
MuSe