Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost. Babette’s Feast, Karen Blixen Continue reading →
How can I continue to wish I have a bigger variety of blacks? That just silly! Continue reading →
a plate, empty stems
the grapes plucked, chewed, and swallowed
now I sit with loss. Continue reading →
tonight’s fortunes Continue reading →
Yep. Had Sunday and Monday off and BLAM – head cold. I hoped I would be able to get into work today but I called in and then went back to sleep. I got up, made some tea and had … Continue reading →
Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
