I am tired and sad.
Thomas R. Barton, JD

Open Letter to the Devil Dog

Balloons bearing angels to you. The angels are saving their wing power and hitching a ride in these sustainable-energy devices.

It’s okay to be tired and sad.

Let the sadness wash over you.

Be still in all your body and receive the angels that I am sending to you, in this your time of trial. The angels are in the balloons.

Turn your gaze within for there lie the answers to all your questions. And if you find not the answer within, you will surely find the question; illuminated.

For far across the sea in a narrow white room a heart is beating with a wish for you to be well, to be happy and rested.

The heart of a stranger, but a stranger who is very grateful for your praise and your kind words of encouragement.

That was all she ever wanted, to be heard.

You heard her and acknowledged her pain and her longings.

I am grateful to you for taking the time to see me, the real me that I dare, for the first time in my life, to expose, to strangers, in words.

Thank you for receiving me well.

Here are some photos of my day today that may distract you from your pain.

This is a photo story specially for you.

Serena served me lunch at her gorgeous apartment on Frederiksberg Alle.

Tuna salad mmmm!
A painting at Serena’s place.
This stitching represents a typical old-fashioned Danish coffee pot. It’s called Madam Blå coffee but I don’t know if it was a brand of coffee or a type of coffee pot. Pardon my ignorance ;-) Authentic coffee stain spots included at no extra cost!

What about a cup of tea instead:

This reminded me of the weekly knob:

BOLD as brass
Since I started photographing for real, I see beautiful spires everywhere
There’s something light and warm about these blond bricks
Isn’t this a cute little loudspeaker?

Be well and strong. Your comments are deeply appreciated.

Greetings from Copenhagen this beautiful sunny evening.

My thoughts are with you.

Take care, Devil Dog.

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