I was crossing from Coupeville to Port Townsend yesterday afternoon, and the Olympic Mountains were gorgeous. I wanted to capture the haze between the lower ridge and the high peaks, mist and mystery.
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
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
short poems for short attention spans
beauty is in the eye of the beholder