Sunday, July 10, 2011


While at the Carwash I noticed the soapy water gathering under my car.  It was a familiar texture,  and after looking at the picture for a while I realized, it reminded me of the soft wrinkled skin on the back of my Grandfather Norton's weathered hands.  My Grandpa was a hero to me as a little kid, so experienced,    so knowledgeable,  the things those hands had built and done always intrigued me!   

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