At the American Visionary Art Museum, August 2011, with Harriet. A wondrous, quirky, and delightful place.
http://www.avam.org
While wandering outside Stowe, VT, I came across these. I’m not usually one for flowers, but there was something in the color and shape and, of course, the butterfly.
Yesterday, for the first time, I named my father aloud in prayer. And, why shouldn’t I?
Well, folks…family and friends, I’m back at the blog, and I look forward to hearing from you all. Please pardon our appearance while we get up and running.
Peace to all!
Ken
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