The keys

 to my peace, joy and love.  

dusty old typewriter keys.

 

texture.

 

Textures

 I'm counting 6 of them

zipper.

 

This zipper is all that stands between me leaving this world for a brief period of time...

and escaping to my happy place.  

i'll buy it.

 

game

anywhere anytime

 

Stack of glass

 

stack - pots & pans.

 

I have to dust

 The camera does not lie!  

workspace.

 

Your idea Terri

 

Winter

 On it's way out (not fast enough)

amaryllis.

 

Summer

On its way in (slowly).

 

afternoon light.

 

The keys to my machine.

 

Behind the scenes.

 perfectly imperfect

ice sculpture.

 

Just goofing around with one of my gals

 

dreary day kitchen corner.

 

Brrr, the icy fingers of winter.

 

Imperfect hearts can still be lovely.

 

snow on the ivy.

 

Such high hopes...

...So deceiving. 

Outward appearances mean nothing

 

ordered new mugs - i was in need of some color.

 

One of my favorite parts of Christmas...

 putting it all away and getting back to normal.

We heard this at least 5 times a day.