Flowers by the drive. Flowers in the yard. I have no idea what they are. Feel free to enlighten me.
I love Rice campus architecture. Getting a chance to just walk around on a sunny day and take pictures is a perk of the job.
Futility Wilfred Owen Move him into the sunâ€” Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seedsâ€” Woke, once, the clays […]