Pieces of our Lives

It is strange the pieces of our lives and how they fit or not. Sometimes I look at my life and wonder what in heaven's name was I thinking at
the time. At other times, everything is just right.
It is weird. So is that word. No matter how I type
it, it just looks weird.
The amazing thing about this blog is that it
tends to make you very reflective about the silliest things. Here I am looking at this picture
of beer bottles embeded in the ground acting
as a pathway to a house made of beer bottles
that sits out in the desert in a ghost town. Very
strange. Oh well, enough of this. At least the
guy used my favorite colors.