. That’s what I like Most, about you… I think. The way we naturally Sync up, over The smallest of things, Like the soothing sound Of wheels slowly Riding over gravel. A common, yet unusual Trip down Memory Lane. A key unlocking different, Though so similar doors… Opening up on Parallel pasts, not so Very…… Continue reading Gravel roads…
. This weekend, Chéri and I watched a documentary about different types of truck drivers in Ivory Coast. I think it was meant to show the gap between the growing wealth of the country (which is the world’s number one cocoa beans exporter), and the hard lives of the drivers that work their fingers to…… Continue reading Thanks for being you!
. Every now and then, my brain goes traveling down Memory Lane for no specific reason. And it comes back with a totally random very specific piece of my past. Usually something that has to do with my childhood. Chéri is very familiar with these Family Flashes, because I always feel the need to share…… Continue reading Family Flashes…
. Every now and then, my brain goes traveling down Memory Lane for no specific reason. And it comes back with a totally random very specific piece of my past. Usually something that has to do with my childhood. Chéri is very familiar with these Family Flashes, because I always feel the need to share…… Continue reading Family Flashes…
. Every now and then, my brain goes traveling down Memory Lane for no specific reason. And it comes back with a totally random very specific piece of my past. Usually something that has to do with my childhood. Chéri is very familiar with these Family Flashes, because I always feel the need to share…… Continue reading Family Flashes…
This Which Way challenge is all about capturing the roads, walks, trails, rails, steps, signs, etc. we move from one place to another on. You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride on them, as long as the specific way is visible. Any angle of a bridge is acceptable as are any…… Continue reading Which Way Challenge – January 24th
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Express “Wanna go for a ride, Babe?” He knew I was dying to hit the road with him. “Where to?” Where to… It really didn’t matter, as long as I enjoyed the wind in my hair while singing along an oldie tune playing loud on the radio… He opened the convertible’s…… Continue reading Road trip…
Cyranny's Cove 