Started with a pickle 

Saturday mornings were made for farmers markets.  I was surrounded by crisp fall air, sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks from the lake and the bustle of people their dogs and cloth bags. I really wasn’t sure what to get from the farmers today. There was no recipe in mind or even aContinue reading “Started with a pickle “

Up and away–photo journal

Since I was a young boy I had a fascination with the sky. I loved to lay in the grass and watch the deep blue sky. Feeling the damp green grass on my back and the hot, warm sun beating on my face and chest warmed my space. The sky seemed to journey on foreverContinue reading “Up and away–photo journal”