i. blame it on adam, this need to label everything we see. and sometimes feel. you see, ... CONTINUED

a mason jar filled with colored pencils sits on the sill bathed in morning sunlight. most are ... CONTINUED

He once fired oil on canvas while standing in fields, his brush and pigment-stained fingertips ... CONTINUED

Through the screen door night creeps in silky smooth and sweet. Somewhere in the distance an ... CONTINUED

it's getting late so i shut off the tv and check the back door to make sure it's bolted ... CONTINUED

The moon hangs low over Pass-a-Grille Beach. Tourists crowd the few bars still open, their ... CONTINUED

We've grown used to happily-ever-afters rising from a crescendo mere moments before the credit ... CONTINUED