Sun this morning, after driving my son early to catch his bus back to college, through patches of fog with the tops of trees rising like islands, like tree orcas, like mysterious whales, out of the fog as the sun rose.
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
A budding doc's attempt at poetry