Sunday, October 10, 2010

Secret spots on campus















One of the things I love about fall is the heavy carpet of leaves covering things that otherwise would be in plain view. Hidden footpaths, a sunflower field tucked away in the far end of a field, skeletons of houses from long ago, a bit of an old fence still standing and covered with brilliant creeping virginia.

But the chickens are at home.




Lost things

I heard at church of the passing of an old friend of mine.  I was shocked and ashamed. Shocked because I never thought of this person as old...