Sweet child o’ mine

Littlest daughter and I went to the local park Saturday night for some mommy and me time.

She gingerly walked on the ‘stepping stone’ lights that shine underneath this sculpture.


And drew me a heart in the red sand.


We were mesmerized by the shimmering lights on the water.  The structure across the pond is an outdoor stage.


Yeah, I’m not sure what this rusty iron wall/art piece with the handprint is supposed to mean, but, it’s a neat photo op anyway.


Going home.



About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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2 Responses to Sweet child o’ mine

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  2. Kimberley. I’m delayed in responding. It’s been a rough week. I have a post half written, but the wake and funeral I attended this week for a child has been difficult to bear. Hopefully soon I can get the post finished.

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