In the blink of an eye the narrative shifts to a new generation

Resistance in an angry world

Lives cut short so long ago are honored with these trees whose branches are sheared off at the military cemetery in Normandy, France. As time rushes on, memory fades.

One windy day, I fell in love with a castle, or maybe it was just the idea of a castle.

Despite our best attempts, the noise is everywhere.

The sun rises and the decision is this: How will we rise to greet the new day?

There will be a time for noes, but now is the season of yeses

Imagining the unimaginable.