I've been attempting to sort through hundreds of delapidated barn photos and find the best ones for display in my basement. It's hard because sometimes the worst photos actually provide the best bones for image manipulation. I've found and re-imaged three and I thought I'd share them with you. My goal is to group five, using the same imaging technique. Let me know what you think of these.
This morning I woke up feeling a desperate need to pray. As many of you know, I abandoned my faith about 5 years ago so when these moments come upon me, I have several options: a) psychoanalyze the reason behind the need; b) give into the need and pray to "whatever;" or c) ignore it.
My sister has recently finished reviewing/editing my latest nonfiction book, After God: making sense of the world after leaving the faith. I've already written a submission letter, and I'm half way through my final book edit, then I'll be sending it to Shambhala publishers for consideration. I thought some readers might enjoy an excerpt from the book. This piece comes at the end of "What Happened."
I've found a new author. Her name is Marianne Stillings and she's been publishing romance novels since 2004. Her favorite topic? Cops...and hooboy are these guys fun to read, but if I were to put my finger on a favorite male, the hero in The Damsel in This Dresswould come out on top.
I first learned to weave on one of those kid's potholder square loom thing-a-majingies when I was 9 or so. When I was 12, I graduated to crocheting. I tried knitting but didn't enjoy it so I concentrated all my efforts on learning every kind of stitch you could do with crochet. I had a blast...and was giving things away all the time. I couldn't count the number of afghans I made over the years.
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I've been attempting to sort through hundreds of delapidated barn photos and find the best ones for display in my basement. It's hard because sometimes the worst photos actually provide the best bones for image manipulation. I've found and re-imaged three and I thought I'd share them with you. My goal is to group five, using the same imaging technique. Let me know what you think of these.
This morning I woke up feeling a desperate need to pray. As many of you know, I abandoned my faith about 5 years ago so when these moments come upon me, I have several options: a) psychoanalyze the reason behind the need; b) give into the need and pray to "whatever;" or c) ignore it. 
My sister has recently finished reviewing/editing my latest nonfiction book, After God: making sense of the world after leaving the faith. I've already written a submission letter, and I'm half way through my final book edit, then I'll be sending it to Shambhala publishers for consideration. I thought some readers might enjoy an excerpt from the book. This piece comes at the end of "What Happened."
I've found a new author. Her name is 
I first learned to weave on one of those kid's potholder square loom thing-a-majingies when I was 9 or so. When I was 12, I graduated to crocheting. I tried knitting but didn't enjoy it so I concentrated all my efforts on learning every kind of stitch you could do with crochet. I had a blast...and was giving things away all the time. I couldn't count the number of afghans I made over the years.