A few pictures while we wondered around some of Pocatello.
Images from my grandparent’s memorial service (and a few sunsets from my sister’s backyard).
This post is for Dayton. His images are here, and he did a great job.
I had to hold back tears writing this one. Even though it’s not much on the surface, there is a lot today that sits deep inside me. Pride, worry, loneliness, pain, and sadness.
A few goofy selfies, more flowers and bugs, lots of rambling about myself, and more self work in the books.