The flowers of Agumbe were varied and each was more beautiful than the others….as usual, there were only some I could id, and others remained mysterious; let me start with this exquisite three-petal wildflower that I spotted:

It was cloudy and the sun had just set when we came to Sunset Point. But…

Addiction is a truly terrible illness. One watches as the addict gets the highs, and then hits the lows…and tries desperately to hit the highs again, and goes into an ever-narrowing downward spiral. More often than not, the addict goes down the primrose path to perdition….never heeding the signs that are clear for everyone else to see, and warnings from those who are concerned are heard, but never listened to..because in the addict’s mind, there is no addiction. Denial is what allows the addict to go on..and on.

Sometimes, the most intense agony is the one that has to be borne silently…my prayers are with someone who is suffering terribly right now.

YAYYY, I found the card reader, must begin the mammonth task of deleting lousy photographs now.