And just like that, it feels like a switch has been turned on that switches the world from a trajectory to hell into something that might at least point in a better direction. Maybe it’s the light at the end of the winter tunnel which is just starting to show itself – in the longer days, the daylight beginning to linger, the appearance of hyacinths and daffodils in the market – and I’m leaning into this sliver of hope cautiously, carefully. Let’s take the Monday morning quarterback look at the week before…
It certainly began in happy form, celebrating Mom’s birthday as best as COVID restrictions allowed. (Hence the photos from the past rather than present.)
Cloak & Swagger should be the name of my first cologne, if someone ever wants to help me craft a cologne.
Four years and a lifetime ago…
The pretty remnants of winter carnage.
The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman.
A Valentine wish for this Portrait.
One month of winter done, two to go.
My virgin brush with a top coat and chest hair.
Gimme a break – the game is survival! Gimme a break and plan my arrival!
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
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