He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Dia de los Muertos (Art on the Ground)
Here are the fotos I took of the art on the ground. It was cool for my girls and I to watch as these temporary works of art were created.