Staff setting up for an event at the French Lick Springs Resort
(that or the hotel really is haunted!)
French Lick Town Green
(two-fountains-for-the-price-of-one shot)
I’ve been matting and even putting things in frames. Getting things ready for the French Lick Artisans Cooperative gallery grand opening Saturday.
I spent some Sunday mornings looking at the other side of that window.
I’m riding the train from French Lick to Cuzco. Doing a little planning for Photos Here and Now.
Upstairs of the Ritter building (which is at the corner of Maple and College).
Upstairs in the Ritter building
More forsythia.
Thanks to my mom, I had to pause and ask myself, “Forthysia? No, no. Forsythia? That’s right, but it doesn’t sound right.”
She couldn’t say Philadelphia, either. Philadelthia every time. So close, Mom!
(Yeah, between the forsythia and seeing our old house - the last place we lived together - I’ve been missing my mom. I always miss my mom, but it’s been more present lately.)
