This is Julia and Mike. They live in a truck, with two of their (adult) disabled children. Yes, that's right, the four of them live in a pick-up truck with a camper shell. Let that sink in. Four people,

This is Jimmy. It's not his real name, of course, but his story is all too real. Jimmy has no place to live, and he collects change from passers-by so he can eat, and maybe shower at the truck stop. The

They are on every street corner, in every town. Maybe you've seen them, the beautiful souls with the hopeless eyes, the hungry and the helpless, the lost and forlorn. I saw them, and my heart broke with

Happy #SaturdayIndigo ! This is just thing to brighten up this cold, dreary Saturday. Spring is on the way! For today's #colorchallenge contest initiated by @kalemandra, I chose this snap of a delicate

Crypto-Jacking - it's a thing. Your computer can be used to mine coins, while you are none the wiser (or richer). In an enlightening post by @brettcalloway, I learned that my computer most likely has been

Ancient tribes of North America considered the area around Sedona, AZ to be so sacred that they would not live there. Certain areas are purported to have healing properties, and it is true! The beauty

A butterfly takes time to smell the wildflowers in Sedona, AZ. Steepshot | IPFS | Google Play

The memo.

Ah, the infamous memo. Some of us already know what is in that memo, having already been the targets of the corrupt intelligence agencies and private security contractors. I'm certain that is why so many

I used to go to the lake every night in the city where I live. The sunsets were dazzling, especially over lake Hefner, in Oklahoma City. That's where I took this shot, using the panorama setting on my

So, this is my actual #introduceyourself post. Shout out to @drkent for the "17 Random Things," idea. I am many things, as are we all. I love this community and the idea behind it, and I am looking

When I was 12, I caught a baby squirrel. I immediately bathed it, and attempted to blow-dry it. Baby squirrels don't like hair dryers. They really, really, don't like them. I planned on keeping it as a

This was actually the color of the sky that night. The crow seemed as intrigued as I was at the neon-colored sky. As the crow pondered the sunset, and I pondered the crow. When I got home, I looked up

"I Sing the Body Electric," by Walt Whitman, (1856) celebrates the glories of existence, and interconnectedness of all human beings. The poem explores themes of the body, its parts and its whole,