Making My Loki A Happy Girl, One Project At A Time

Three knuckleheads. As Jayne (r) gets older, he spends more time with the sisters, and they play a bit; At least until he decides that hanging out isn't as much fun as trying to chew on one of their legs or ears. Then someone - usually Fen, on the far left - gets in his face. Louie will mount him just to remind him who's boss. Even so, at 80+ pounds now, he has learned that he can body slam 'em - which usually results in harsher response from Fen. She don't play that shit!

The man who raised me. 23 years after his passing, 3-21-2000; certain songs remind me sharply of how much I miss his voice and presence...I know in my heart that gentle Warrior flys free, as, from time to time, Red-tailed Hawks pay closer attention to me than should be warranted. On his birthday, 06/17.

About this time of year, out with these guys in central Idaho, years back... Good days. Ponyboy and I miss the shit out of you two... "Solid" Brett, and "Bone" Kev. GBNF

Before and during my Mother-in-law Muriel going thru her chemo. The wife shaved the sides of her head, but she's shy about social media. I loathe cancer.

I am an older fella. Not ashamed to cry, at all. Some of my dearest brothers and sisters have referred to me as "The Sensitive Biker", and we all have a good laugh, because it's true. There is a time when I am crying, that being on the wrong side of me might be a bad thing: I have been known to cry while infuriated...and those who've known me a long time have seen it. And yes, I am pleasd to be able to feel that intensely. There was a time when I had no feelings at all, except rage, and I bottled that shit down deep. Over 33 years ago I made some changes in my life, found and healed that guy inside, and allowed myself to let it out in healthy fashion, whether in laughing or crying, or simply letting myself love life as it is. Have a great day!

Yup

Finalled this today, for my oldest. I hand stamped the runes with some tools I fabricated; I'd really like to find some rune stamps...but for now, here it is. Hand wrought gives me a lot of satisfaction.

Morpheous in the Colorado River valley NE of Moab, July ‘97

Fern in Dakota Sandstone, collected east of Payson, AZ, north of the 260

Riding the Mackay Loop, up into the Sawtooth Range, 2009, with Kev, Steve, & Brett...and now it’s just Steve and I. Big Kev and Brett have passed the Veil...miss you, my brothers. Looking forward to being in Idaho again.