Little feathers - my other blog. Feather photos - my flickr. The skins of our knuckles are starbursts,. In yellow pits, sunshine craters. We split them with metal for something to do. Watchful thieves of testing,. Of clenched teeth in a dense trouble of laughter. From windowed heights in passing,. But real friends break my knuckles to bloody shreds. As I scream out a smile,. Stretch it out through the dull thud.

This is my project log for miniatures and wargaming hobby pursuits. Thursday, April 30, 2015. His armor is just Space Marine power armor, but with.

Living, breathing, dancing in Fairy Land. I was going to try to get something else going, but I might as well stick with what I know and like.

Thursday, April 21, 2011. Let us not forget that Christ is alive! Death was a new experience for me. It made the fact that this world is not our home so much more real. That there is so much more to life to breathing. She was home with her Father. Let us praise God! For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.