I took this in 2014. Even the photograph makes me long to fly, flocks flying and calling always do. My heart tries to leap towards them, longing.
A migrating flock is a door into longing for me.
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