Where is winter going •
in such a hurry, so late by May? Continue reading →
The wind blew in some interesting weather this afternoon.
My eye is often drawn to repetitive pattern and line like the woods above seen on a walk near my house. But yesterday the daffodils started coming into bloom. Continue reading →
Above the valley, grey and winter-tired, skipping across the worn out landscape, the sun reaches out, stretching from the west, leaning over the lavender pools cupping in his golden hand this rounded crest a cheek glowing with love. The blue … Continue reading →
Tonight on the drive home, a chiffon bit of fiery cloud hung so close to the road an escapee from the bank of golden and steel blue at the edge of the world – Seemed like impossible magic and it … Continue reading →
The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
