Okay, just a little giggle.



Have a great day.

I lost myself at the beginning of the trail. My face buried deep into the sand, Amanda picked me up. Her wings gently brushed me off as she walked with me. I looked into her eyes and fell in love with the calmness that lived in her heart. Amanda took me to Heavens gate and I was ready as I walked towards them. Amanda pulled me back and showed me the mountain.

She took my hand and we climbed the face of the mountain. The clouds never gave way as we climbed. We breached the summit and I listened and the feelings rolled in like the morning tide. I could see how the bruised and battered fell. I felt the fear in the little girls heart as her father beat her mother. I felt Amanda's' hand press down on my shoulder when I wanted to leave. This was a day she wanted me to see. I don't know why but it is real just the same. I can feel the tears burn into my face and I want another chance to save them from their sorrow. My tears mean nothing without Amanda.

Amanda held me close and softly laid me at the head of the trail. I began to brush myself off, the trail lost its appeal to me now that I know about the world. Maybe a sweet kiss or a hug is all it takes. Maybe just "hello" is in order. In any event I hope I get to see Amanda again.

So much to say but I don't know if this will work because I have never done it this way. I was playing around again today with my computer and wanted to show y'all Main street Sheridan, Wyoming as I see it on my walks home from work. I love all the sculptures down main street and I hope you do to.



I don't know about a lot of people but the more I see and learn about my town the more I love being a part of it. The sculptures around town usually from local artist. It is basically an outdoor gallery. Most art is on loan; some buy it and donate it to the city while others put them in their private collections.



As you are beginning to see, our artist are not all about the western culture. Some of these things I have never seen in Wyoming unless you count that one time when I saw a giraffe rescue a child from the second floor, but that was 2:30 in the morning.



I will say sorry for the quality of the pictures; I never claimed to be an artist or a photographer. The time was between 7:30 and 9:00 in the morning. I think night art and light would do them justice. Actually the only thing that will do them justice is to see them in person.



I know I didn't get any of the names right, other than Brandy, but this is what I felt at that time. On other walks they may mean something different but in the same way. These sculptures downtown are a way for me to actually get away from the "daily grind" and escape back to what is real and wholesome. No more lies or covering up. Standing there as one for all to judge but all the while standing firm and saying: This is what I am no more, no less. I don't need your acceptance for this is what I am. You will never change me, only time will.



So this is a walk down main street but I can't wait to get you off main street. I do still have more main street to show you but this is enough for you and me for now. I hope you enjoyed a walk with me.

As a youth, when I went to Florida I spent my nights on the beach. I built sand castles and laid on my back watching the stars. I often thought about how special life was and how much I could add to it. At times I go away and wonder if you are still here.

I see those stars and I hear their question. If yesterdays hope was today's question, would you be willing to answer?

I don't need anyone to tell me how to live my life. I don't want to be the mean person but I will stand up. You can't take away my hope, my faith or my trust.

I will never stand still for injustice. If you want to work me then I guess we need another rule, Sir! You are no longer in control. You can feel me pushing down...I get to smack down and from now on the children are in charge.

I may be wrong but how do you feel?