The first time I ever saw your face

Joan Marie

French culture with stereotypical American over abundance

Up at Sun Down

Looking out on anybody of water is a place of comfort for me.  This was the entrance bridge onto the islands of Venice, the start of a journey for me.

Not quite gone

This plate is a big portion of my subaru's character.  I looked at the plate today and though this pic is only a few days old, the V is all that is left of the Virginia stamp.  I have pledged to keep this one on my car until I am pulled over for it; it dates back to 1992 and I will hold onto it after I replace it.

Looking for 'Mom'