VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
July 14

Little Dotkins girl waving, animated
Created by B. J. Carper
Tutorials and Line Art
PSP Country School


the week ends and this is a good thing. Work was a bit hectic with my right arm being on vacation and a newbie on second to cover things. She did good and in all truth the week wasn't as hectic as it could have been.

at home, napped, took Nelson for her weekly trip to MD's for her Dbl Chez. made her happy and it was bed time.


"You must get involved to have an impact. No one is impressed with the won-lost record of the referee."
- John Holcomb -


Was your birthday good? How do you feel adding one more year to your age? I Miss you.


Have you ever had a dream that was so weird, and the subject matter something you wonder why or how you every thought of it or why it came to mind. Where it made no sense upon your waking and you were more confused on why you dreamed of the person and events than the actual dream itself?


a lazy Sunday
a hazy memory
a crazy moment
goes the wild daisy


summer days spent in the heat
away from the moment
and the thought


hold me close and recall this moment
remember when it was and it wasn't
and how that time felt?


A child looks upon the starts, seeing the brightness and the wonder in them, as time passes they lose their shimmer, and the magical awe they did then. And as they begin to fall from the sky one by one, we wish for things that can never be true.


my spirits high
I awoke the sun with my laughter
singing and dancing
the sky began to brighten
I have forgotten what had placed a smile upon my lips
a sparkle in my eye
the words came crashing down
like a fist slamming hard
no defenses
time to hide
again and again
stripped of the moment
happiness gone
sadness envelopes
bringing the clouds
is it rain or is it the tears
no one knows the suffering through the years
scars are deep
the wounds will forever seep
no wonder there is so little sleep
where has the laughter gone
the music
the light
Please Mr. Sun
come back to me
bring that giddy tempo back to my feet
return me to a haven of joy
don't leave me as if some disregarded toy


Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
- Robert Browning -