shattered glass

a little bit of home, away from home

mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe

rich and dark

winter sunrise

yellow chicks

my goal

everyday on my way to work i pass by this sign.
when the irish walk shop hung it in their window
just after st. patrick's day last march,
i said a little secret goal in my head that i would find a new job
by the time the count got down to
one.

i never expected the job to find me.

but seriously, how could i turn down an (another) opportunity
to work at a place that brings us this? and this? and this?

i can't. with 144 days to go, goal accomplished.

lines of fall (shenandoah)