When I was in 7th grade in 1976, my dad drove us across the states in a station wagon for vacations or transferring from one air force base to another.. me and my little brother would lay in the back of the wagon with our heads pinned to the door and stare out the back windshield up at the sky and see animals, people, anything we could imagine, I see the obvious and usually always take a picture and outline or trace what is clear to me...
"Bess"

"Where's Gabby"?

"There she is"!

"Come fly with me..."

"I sea..."



