I love hearing the kingfisher call and then look for them. This one was fishing from the dock in the early fog, but they are often perched in the sailboat rigging as well. And then sometimes there’s a bigger bird in the highest rigging… bald eagles.
Finding Words One at a Time
Creative Writing. Book Reviews. Adult Humour.
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
EXPLORING THE TEENAGE DIASPORA
lest I forget
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales