The last and darkest blues and blacks in my moon rise series. This time I am zoomed in. I love the light on the upper edge of the cloud as well as in the middle. I was cold and went home…. blue and bluest…
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