an ode ...

... to friends, to relatives, to family; gone, past and still here today. i'm not coming back yet, i'm taking stock. call this a good, old plain interlude. below is where i come from. {i'll admit, there're gaps}. where to... who knows. .. you could put this on in another window. 

no words spent, no hovering this time. sentimental days are here in these digitalized {perhaps even unwanted} exposures, consider my enthusiasm a wayward tweet. {if you find yourself on a photo below, and you don't want it, send me a note.}