Early morning in the ‘burbs. Coffee, computer, silence. Light has not yet pierced the skies. Dogs are fed. Rest of family still asleep — oops, thud of some large foot hitting the floor above.
Living in one of the richest counties in the nation and in the South for a “Yankee,” non-believer, non-GOP, non-[many characteristics of current social/political America] challenges my sense of self continually. This will be an interesting adventure possibly.
Blink and you'll miss it
It's always easier when they hold hands.
Note how the eyebrows turn down...
Little Harpeth river over which slippery bridge spans
Private swim and tennis clubs. No public pools in this city
Burbs and grass ... Go together like a horse and carriage
Myriad conflicting feelings about the morning breakfast table. So many electronic devices and then, the photo snapped with another.