This little building is where the plans went horribly wrong.

What's the next best thing to knowing an answer?

My compost bin is having way too much fun.

I had another brainstorm yesterday.

It is a moment of pure exuberance.

I’m not broken up about the destruction.

Mind if I layer metaphors?

It’s so perfect, it looks like a painting.

I hadn’t expected such a bounty of grapes.

To pile rocks is so intrinsically human.

This plant just won’t give up.

Somewhere behind these clouds, the sun is up.