Lift up your head to the morning light •
The fight o’er darkness is won •
And feast your eyes on the land you love •
Its life returning with the sun behold •
Its life returning with the sun Continue reading →
I’ve been inviting folks to these pages for many years – “I’m at dubdubdub dot quiltr dot com, that’s quilt(e)r with no ‘e'” I tell people. Continue reading →
It filled me with fond memories of the marble machines scattered across Pinewoods Camp, made by Tom Senior. Continue reading →
June Commute Two buzzards swirling the dense, still air against a rippling scarf pale clouds and sky wrapping up the moon gibbous and waning, portending. A June morning, the seers of ending, coming rain, darkness. — And a special note … Continue reading →
The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of an eye, the more light you pour upon it, the more it will contract.
