A Weekend of Beautiful Things

Somehow, when I drop a letter in this little yellow tube, it is transported to far away places. I like to think it's magic... or owls.

Few forms of communication are more meaningful than receiving hand-written letters from friends.

After two months of cereal and fruit for breakfast, this greasy sandwich was beautiful, indeed.

You are being watched...

... by angels...

... and dogs.

There are buildings that stand, impossibly balanced, blazing blue on blue,

and children dream of conquering savage seas, sailing far beyond the horizon.