Sunday, November 27, 2016

Quiet Reflection Sunday







     Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
     and sings the tunes without words
     and never stops at all.


      Emily Dickinson
      

LIFE ON THE SIDEWALK a photo essay

As most of you know I move in a wheelchair. My observations are different than someone who walks. Quite simply, I'm lower to the gro...