Two peas
Where’s there’s an empty space on a bed there’s Ringo
Noble dog
The leaves don’t let go that easily either. It takes a bluster, a filabuster of north wind, and the wasp-sting of the first chill of late September to tear them off the page of summer.
Parade pose
Fast.Slow
When in doubt spin
Conclusion: he could lose a few pounds
It was early
Austin bats
Shiny shoes
Austin sunset
Pot O’ gold
Underground at Chess
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Walk in the rain
There’s got to be a morning after
The Little Tramp
Eat
New shoes, blue shoes
Pink sneakers
Take my hand
Roomies
Scene from Chess
September is here
Lost in space
Morning meeting
My own Charlotte
Back in the saddle
No longer a backseat driver