My poems.

Can't see the forced hands upon my eyes
Truth cannot be touched by a living Animal
But ways to get over the fight
inside of me
can result in misery.



My battered bones crushed from a heavy weight
cannot be replaced by a single toothpick
Not a single person knows the way I think
I can't show my sorrows expression
to endredful pain in my chest



Trying to talk with gesture
from my hands to toes
can't prove a message that I'm not prepared.

fun

pictures

More pictures

 The mountains and its rainy.

 gold panning equipment                      /\                                          \/

 My gold just better.

 Antique coca cola carton holder just different perspective.

 Phone number pad.

 More panning equipment.                                  \/

Im taking a photo class

 9\11 Was sad, but put this behind us and look towards the future.

 At my school I have a photography class and these are some photos

These are mine and my dads guitar collection.

I'm back.

I went to Oahu.

I got to go swimming and use a boogie board.

No more cast or boot!

PICTURES.

I was bored. So I took some pictures.
I still have my cast on and have to use a wheelchair.
I get my cast off on the 18th.

Henry Mountains, again.

I'm going to the Henry Mountains soon to get dirt to pan for gold later on.
I still have my cast on so I can't get too dirty and my Dad and Brother-in-law will do most of the work.
I will pan for gold later, at home.
My dad ordered a new "prospector" bazooka gold trap. Hopefully it comes before we go!
I'm so excited!