this fog has been looming over kc for days. tonight it drew me in. i sat outside for minutes allowing it’s beautiful to fall on me. the city seemed calmer because of it. not a sound was heard just heaviness. it was eerie…but in a reverent way. hey fog…i don’t mind if you stay a while.

hard at work. restoring the old to become new.

i call it a labor of love. similar to other labors, you truly don’t know the work it will take or when it will end. there are moments of dobut, even questions of insanity. but i will carry on knowing the result will be more than i can image.