I love the use of the arch for the entrance to this beach house.
These are ephemeral and get washed away. But really, doesn’t any house eventually fall away? And again, I am thinking of the flooding….
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