….being worshipped by the High Priestess…
Onyx, the Master…
Red Angels…
Onyx…
Comfy, laying on my shirt and staring back at me like daring me to anything other than take his picture. Yes, Master….
Hard rain…
I’ve meant to take this picture for years. The house is on Rt49, between Salem and Bridgeton, NJ, but everytime I drive by, because I don’t usually have it in my mind, I’m going too fast for me to stop and take the picture. Last Saturday I DID stop on the way back home and snapped this picture.
Sax and Trumpet…
Trumpet…
Drummer…
I don’t know her name but it is no wonder she won the prize for “Best Percussion/Drummer” at a High School Jazz competition the other day (my son plays tenor sax and competes with his school). Wow!! She can make the drums talk.
Looking for Oshun…
Atardeceres, Dos
Atardeceres
