Reflections In Glass

Klappentext

It's that time again. Birds fly north, trees explode, and the earth becomes a pallet for God. Here within these pages, in black and white, I have tried to give you all the colors of a rainbow. A window, if you will, not only into my life, but yours as well. In my life I have been a soldier, a philosopher, an engineer, a massage therapist, a musician, a martial artist, a writer and a poet. Looking back, I find when I put all of these together in some mysterious way; it makes sense that I have become a romantic. I don't quite understand it, but it flows effortlessly from my heart and my pen, and as easy for me to accept as breathing. I have also learned that everyone understands love. Some because they have it, some because they have gone through it, and still others because they need it. You will find it here, in the words, in the sentiment, in-between the lines or in the emotions that they might provoke. I cannot think of a better place to have written these words than Woodstock.