About twenty-seven hours ago, I took Dave's beautiful silver harp necklace that he gave to me, sent all the way from Ireland for my birthday (just two months ago!) with all his love, and I threw it into the Clinch River. (There aren't any peat bogs in east Tennessee, not that I've found anyway.) I did not feel I should be in possession of it any ( Read more... )

( playing with color values in iPhoto; think I like Photoshop better (+5 more within) )