For being my stoop pal….turns out he’s not so bad ass afterall, he only looks like one.

For holding it for awhile now, paying their dues in the turf and making it on top of the world.

Driven by curiosity, resilience and a deep connection to the frequency of life…we ride at dawn.

To a macabre vibe…at last an end to inviting entities who cannot create for themselves (managing expectations here with this brood of mellifluous performers.) Make beautiful things…happy creating.

Has joined our merry troup adding much serendipty and beaucoup surprises this week.

Even when soaked to the bone.

Now all grown, but forever my pumpkins.

And the knowing that things will change.

Resting in the afternoon glow, gearing up for the seasonal shift and then lights out.