is a picture always worth…

a thousand words?  Or do the stories we hold onto shape the narrative a lot more?  My Mom always told me that as a newborn I possessed a striking resemblance to Winston Churchill.  I can’t tell from the photo and I don’t actually really care.  I find it funny.  However, I’ve always held it to be the absolute gospel truth.

What other stories of greater consequence have I never questioned that I was told as a child?  

 

what’s your fork in the road?

 fork in the road defined

 

mind’s eye swimming

 I had to create a few more images for this series.

Oh, the amusement of using our mind’s eye to create unusual scenarios.

mind travel & wanderlust

 

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Florence, Italy

Cork, Ireland

San Francisco, California

Pickstown, South Dakota

Los Angeles, California