There's something incredibly sexy about sand and sweat and dunes photographed like women's backs.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible...
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all...
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I like finding that common point between another...