Will you be my friend?

I got all caught up in this Facebook thing and I'm beginning to see how we are all woven together in a million little threads. Ying in Seattle has a whole list of friends, and they have friends who have friends, and I'm a friend of Ying's, so her friends are my friends and my friends are her friends, and don't you see? If we continue that way, it's only logical that there is a tiny village in Africa and someone there is my friend.

Stop, Look, Listen

Sometimes it's better if I stop a moment...

and look at life from another perspective.

Valentines

Quiet and simple

or wild and crazy...

...

Happy Valentines Day!

...

You are loved.

Juarez Amor

We go to Juarez to build small, simple houses for families who have little.

She giggles and dances.

She hammers and saws.

She puts her hands in the wet concrete.

Together we build a house.

She steals our hearts.