As a matter of pride I wanted to be successful but I found that in the end I prefer family time, weekends and holidays, regular hours and yes, regular sex.
As a matter of pride I wanted to be successful but I found that in the end I prefer family time, weekends and holidays, regular hours and yes, regular sex.
The American West had a mind to be heartless; a place, a time and a life that didn’t discriminate when it came to the taking of life.
In life they lived hard and in death they repose in the hard land.
A lucky miner won what was apparently the sum of a saloon keeper’s worldly possessions. As a result the saloon keeper reportedly opted for the next world.
Once you step through the gates of the cemetery you enter a different world. It’s a stark place populated with monuments colored in doleful shades of gray, many cracked, broken and in varying stages of disrepair.
Note: Some of the photos in this post were taken with my phone and others with my camera so the quality and consistency is not what I would normally post. The photos are a necessary ingredient to be able to fully appreciate the story. Cora and I were just pulling out of the historic silver …
In the midst of the gaiety of Quebec City’s Rue St. Jean sits a historic old cemetery in the shadow of an old Anglican Church.
“You see somebody down on the course and it’s just extremely grounding and scary. That could be you in the next kilometre, the next 500m. It was really scary and intimidating and daunting. I’m just really grateful to have finished standing up.”
Friday Fotos took a week off and is feeling very refreshed. This week FF decided to dig into the archives to come up with a medley of images from the past. Green Apple Books In the heart of San Francisco’s bustling, eclectic Clement Street on the city’s western end is Green Apple Books, a venerable, …
Did he just call me old man? Only one person calls me old man and that’s my wife – the old woman.
The Life in My Years 