January 2013

Sometimes I ponder my legacy picturesque footprints in beach sand casually, photogenically left behind, impulsively signed with flotsam stick left to the whim of waves, rising tides? Existence as an Etch-A-Sketch frozen in time via cataclysmic event fossilization rendering me ancient to a distant archeological future? I cannot say Hearts, initials clandestinely written whimsically defacing… Read more