Crystal the Artist

A smile so sweet, A child so dear. Snug in a blanket, Alive with no fear. May all the dear children,   Receive grace for the year.

The mysterious moment of anticipating what is almost here.    The safety of being held by family that has always supported your health and growth.    The bliss of freedom to be.   Senior portraits are always a delight :) 

Still Relevant DON'T ROCK THE BOAT  The left. The right. It's the war we fight. What have we become when we've lost our sight? When we close our eyes and ignore the cries We don't see their value because we believe the lies. I know better. It's you who's wrong. And we'll die for our song. We'll carry our tune to the grave as we heap on shame. It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it. So we cast the blame. Stand down, and not too tall unless you're first weak and small and low... low enough to see. the. need... Sit down and dwell there, and smell there, and feel there. Cast your heart completely bare there. Then speak up for the oppressed, the poorly dressed. They are hungry,  so make sure you feed them. What have we become when we ignore the cries, and we enjoy the lies that feed our wars, and not our children? What have we become when we close our eyes, and fai...