MORE details in life -Part 2-

Grandfather and Grandaughter duet

Hand worked stitch-work on papery thin, crisp fabric.

A little boy's shirt worn in the Philippines

by an American MK (Missionary Kid.)

Transplanted to a new home, far across the seas,

saved by the little boy, who is all grown up now....

...and with a son of his own.

-Filipino shirt- circa 1960s

Just after dawn

Daddy's collection of blue glass.

Quiet time with the Lord

"myspace" for reflection and contemplation

vintage iron window

Hand Woven Silk Persian Rug- Istanbul, Turkey

shadow design at a construction site

-under the scaffolding-

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Photos from England

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