My TimberCreekLife is a continuum…time shall not be arranged around the hours spent @the J-O-B&Walt Whitman Studio & TimberCreek…down @ the pie factory…Oct 26, 2020Oct 26, 2020
Balancing on the high-wire the Lord is my net…&the AUDIO…the sounds of summer’s ending…https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:6707288271908601856/Sep 3, 2020Sep 3, 2020
@My Own Timber Creek…peligro…peligro…peligro…i am the misplaced mannequin on display in a dangerous place…Aug 9, 2020Aug 9, 2020
The Photo-Journalist in Me…Dad, you’d love the sound of the train whistle in West Boylston, MA… the sound’s a lot fainter than it was in Worcester…Aug 2, 2020Aug 2, 2020
Completely Marginalized Again…I’ve become a pariah…this time not a self-chosen one…i’m completely marginalized again…don’t speak much Spanish…they called me old man at…Jun 28, 2020Jun 28, 2020
Happy Fathers Day, Dad…My God sent His angel and shut the lions’ mouths, so that they have not hurt me, because I was found innocent before Him, and also, O king…Jun 21, 2020Jun 21, 2020