Deb Evans Braun:
breathing in the salty fog
Deb Evans Braun:
headed back home
Deb Evans Braun:
clouds ebb
Deb Evans Braun:
just enough
Deb Evans Braun:
connect me to you
Deb Evans Braun:
out the back window
Deb Evans Braun:
the last moments lovely as the first
Deb Evans Braun:
this was the magic
Deb Evans Braun:
no right and no wrong - only forward
Deb Evans Braun:
my life has grown, not straight up tall like a pine, but twisted and splayed like a desert shrub, this way and that as the wind shifts, crazy turns, arms akimbo, bleached by the sun.
Deb Evans Braun:
High Sierra
Deb Evans Braun:
the way into my secret heart
Deb Evans Braun:
that was good.
Deb Evans Braun:
one last embrace.
Deb Evans Braun:
point cabrillo light house, CA
Deb Evans Braun:
alone. and not alone.
Deb Evans Braun:
a fifth and a straw. thank you.
Deb Evans Braun:
at Rob's gallery : 2
Deb Evans Braun:
at Rob's gallery
Deb Evans Braun:
you're not like me.
Deb Evans Braun:
we'll walk it together.
Deb Evans Braun:
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. -John Buchan
Deb Evans Braun:
active waiting
Deb Evans Braun:
mama's spirits
Deb Evans Braun:
she doesn't really talk about how she feels.
Deb Evans Braun:
alternative plans
Deb Evans Braun:
the wind's footsteps
Deb Evans Braun:
ease + security - Pillar Point
Deb Evans Braun:
sturdy - Pillar Point
Deb Evans Braun:
unraveling - Pillar Point
