An Image to Go By

Words are my passion. They swirl around in my head, the best ones for the circumstance shimmering brightest while others hold on to be used another time. They spill out of me onto Starbucks napkins, the edges of other people's notebooks, and into some of the world's longest emails.

I have always loved words and that will never fade, but more and more I realize the impact of a strong visual. I've decided to dedicate one blog a week to a beautiful found photo, or one I take myself, or one supplied by a reader. If you have visuals you'd like me to post, please email me here.

Here is Week One.

In a much less destructive, dysfunctional way, my relationship with my little brother reminds me of what Andy & Edie's was--in the golden days. Today was a very important day for him and I could not be there in my cropped black fur jacket, hair straight as he likes it, tottering around on crazy heels in support of him. This shot is for my little Nernel. Stay fabulous, my darling.