Sunday, February 24, 2008

caught in a mob of angels



at the market in antigua, guatemala

2 comments:

cambriad said...

Some times I feel, I feel so small
I walk with ramblin' footsteps to the wall in the moonshine
and I'm lonesome as a lonesome whipper-woo
singin' these blues in a wobblin' tune...
Lord, I'm not too blue to fly, no I'm not too blue to fly...

cambriad said...

Do you remember when we learned that together? It was before Meg's wedding!!!
I miss you, whipper-woo.. but you are a ramblin' girl who travels the world. Will you be my long-time friend always? XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXO