Today; we played in the rain.

  It's easy to get a little lost in schedules and to to-do lists.  I find myself anchor-less, just floating from one day to the next.  There's a thought that's taken residence in my mind that has given me an answer in it's question; Does it have a soul?  I had heard it before in reference to music.  It defined something for me that desperately needed defining.  

  I remember in a college art class, where the professor compared two images by the same artist.  One image had a greater depth than the other.  As it turns out, one was painted on site, the other from a photo.  The image painted on site had rich, deeper feel.  

I can only tell the story that is mine and if I am honest you can see it's soul.

Marcasa Pants

Fire on King and 24th, Billings

This is the homeowner.  So very sad, I'm speechless.