Playing with some Mountain Pic’s and flowers from home.
This is a pic of Bowman Lake,
with a twist..
What do you think?

I was looking for a photo today, never did find it.
I did find the brown envelope that held my daughters
police report.
It says: Fatal Accident
her name, the date, the officers name.
I remember when they gave it to me.
Sort of. I had to sign for her “effects”.

It was really a surprise to come across this tonite. I actually thought Jess had this stuff.
I found 4 rolls of undeveloped film on Thursday in a box.
It was from Jess’s wedding.
ziah was killed the following week.

I had them put on disk.
I haven’t looked at the photos.
And I havent smoked.. relax Mel.. If I do I will tell you!

But I did finally read some of Ziahs journals tonite.
I am gonna share this..
If ya dont like it.. well get over it..
Or
Whatever.I get to Babble once in a while, today is it…

Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again.
“Yes, Christopher Robin?” said Pooh helpfully.
“Pooh, when I’m—you know—when I’m not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?”
“Just me?”
“Yes, Pooh.”
“Will you be here too?”
“Yes, Pooh, I will be, really. I promise I will be, Pooh.”
“That’s good,” said Pooh.
“Pooh, promise you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.”
Pooh thought for a little.
“How old shall I be then?”
“Ninety-nine.”
Pooh nodded.
“I promise,” he said.
Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh’s paw.
“Pooh,” said Christopher Robin earnestly, “if I—if I’m not quite—” he stopped and tried again—”Pooh whatever happens, you will understand, won’t you?”
“Understand what?”
“Oh, nothing.” He laughed and jumped to his feet. “Come on!”
“Where?” said Pooh.
“Anywhere,” said Christopher Robin. (Milne, Corner, 179)