Monday, April 22, 2013


One of those sad, somehow nice things.
Also, Kite-Stuck-In-Tree, is my Native American name.

Also, these three trees look like a bunch of old gossip mongers.  Haughty, balding grumps, griping
about everything that goes down in Blue Kills Park.  My kinda guys.

1 comment:

  1. Sad, somehow nice things.
    Those are always a welcome surprise to my day. It lets me slow down, stop, reflect, wonder, think, and eventually keep it going with a new appreciation for that little moment in my day that only I know of, I can be greedy and savor all my own. Can't help but smile, no one is the wiser.