Posts by Mark Swanson
We start on our usual evening walk, and she trips a bit, sags to
We start on our usual evening walk, and she trips a bit, sags to the ground. I lean over, concern in my eyes, in my murmur to her. Oh sweetie, I say ...
We start on our usual evening walk, and she trips a bit, sags to the ground. I lean over, concern in my eyes, in my murmur to her. Oh sweetie, I say ...
Fare the well, July of 2013. You blessed me with so much. More
Fare the well, July of 2013. You blessed me with so much. More time in the company of a truly amazing someone. Adventures with a mischievous but ve...
Fare the well, July of 2013. You blessed me with so much. More time in the company of a truly amazing someone. Adventures with a mischievous but ve...
Some of the greatest gifts of the deer hunt have nothing to do
Some of the greatest gifts of the deer hunt have nothing to do with deer. Like sitting ten yards from the morning commute path of three great blue he...
Some of the greatest gifts of the deer hunt have nothing to do with deer. Like sitting ten yards from the morning commute path of three great blue he...