Sheesh
Time's a funny thing these days. I started working on a studio in my backyard to work with clay, and now I haven't any time since I started working with the severely disabled kids at the local high school.
And I can't get enough time in the darkroom.
But there always seems to be enough time to read my journal. Or at least my friends' journals.
The nice thing about time, though, is that, after enough of it, my eyelids are pretty well healed.
Ah, the Port has taking my sense to bed, and so go I as well.
And I can't get enough time in the darkroom.
But there always seems to be enough time to read my journal. Or at least my friends' journals.
The nice thing about time, though, is that, after enough of it, my eyelids are pretty well healed.
Ah, the Port has taking my sense to bed, and so go I as well.