the eyes of butterfly wings

my talented, fellow artist sister Grace snapped this pic of me, the day of my mom’s homecoming party a few weeks ago – I’m one of those who don’t relish getting their photo taken, but I like the way this image had little background. The absence of structure made me think heavenly thoughts…and of my dad who I sorely miss…

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my treasured mitt

I still enjoy throwing a ball and swinging a bat. I go to the batting cages occasionally with my big son and we challenge each other. This pic from my high school softball days. Still have my beautiful first baseman mitt and yes, I treasure it. As a lefty, back then – it was difficult to find. 😘

we’re all a little broken here

not sure where this one manifested from, though I wanted to end this one on a positive note-we do need hope
the gal in the background is a sculpture I made in eleventh grade-I stubbornly didn’t listen to my art teacher and this lady fell apart-too bad