My daughter and I walked the beach after breakfast this morning. The gulls were out in groups, awkward teens as well as adults. Small groups, too….
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
A budding doc's attempt at poetry