Cell phones ... sometimes I love how connected we are ... other times. Well, I just want to get off the grid. Then I realize, no grid ... no blog. No blog ... no ART!
Sensing that his company was lost in either love or botanical revelations, the watchman prepares to pick a flower to be placed by his grave.
Workin' hard or hardly workin? Tis hard to tell from this picture because although they are hardly working, it could be the consequence of working hard and with such scant evidence as a photo to work with, I can hardly tell you that such a hypothesis will work.