

Its one of those cold wet mornings. Tons to do but the mood is just not there. Browse through the pictures folder and found these which reminded me of a dear friend. A peculiar artistic soul who has a certain predilection toward jet streams in the sky. He'll just stop, stare and says " I just love those things, reminds me of freedom..." with a contented look on his face.

As for me, being on a beach would be nice....