My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A month and a day after my birthday seemed a good time to remove the birthday cards from the mantel. Some were handmade; others were not. All, though, seemed very carefully chosen for the mix of the me the giver knows and the giver him- or herself, which makes each and every one of them very special to me.