Homage to beauty. I took this yesterday in my neighborhood. These have a divine scent as well. Only the scented roses can hang through the fences and not be eaten by our local deer.
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