Glimmers of light, that’s what I’ve been seeing through the last two months. In the midst of my sadness at the illness and subsequent passing our sweet dog, there have been moments of light peeping through. Glimmers Of Light Already, with the pandemic things are hard enough, so if there…
Some years ago I took a picture of this house, all locked up and not lived in. Something about such houses make me sad. A A house that must have been built with so much thought and planning. Perhaps, the original owner took years to gather enough money to build…
Trees are poems. That’s what Gibran said, and I’d have to agree. I’m always fascinated by the pictures that they paint and the feelings they inspire. Trees seem to provide frames for us to view the sky. Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. ― Khalil Gibran,…