The hike was glorious in part because the wildflowers were out in force. Red, yellow, white, blue, purple, every clearing on the mountain as we climbed. Gorgeous.
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