I took this photograph when I first saw the bird. Not in focus. I am lucky I even caught it.
What is it? Can you tell?
I am walking without earbuds, looking and listening for birds. This is three blocks from home.
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