I was out very early on a Sunday before the coffee shops were open, wandering a bit. And took this.
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
dreary poems and rhymes for short attention spans...
beauty is in the eye of the beholder