WordSmith

box of marquee letters

“Welcome to the Ivory Quill, let me know if there is anything I can help you find.” With that greeting, Seshat, the store owner, left me to browse her antique letter shop. I'm in the word business, and I needed a new supply of serifs, calligraphs, blocks and gothics. There aren't many of us WordSmiths … Continue reading WordSmith

In like a lion…

yellow allamanda

About ten minutes into my morning walk, I wished that I had worn short sleeves. At the half-way point, I began to wonder where I packed my shorts. All along the way, I noticed hints of a spring that was just around the corner. I am ready for warm weather to stay around for a while.

Beached clowns

“Man down! Man down!” My idyllic day at the beach was interrupted by a crew of red swim-suited emergency responders, a backboard held high over their heads, kicking up sand and seagulls, as they raced to the aid of a tourist in distress. Pushing my crumbled hemp sun hat back on my head, I squinted … Continue reading Beached clowns