My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I live near a popular tourist destination. Our sugar-fine beaches are beautiful, and mimic the look of freshly fallen snow. During the off-season (when there are fewer beachgoers), I take collection of colorful, glass Christmas ornaments to the seashore to take some holiday photos. The combination of the white, snow-like sand, the crystal clear blue … Continue reading Off-season
Like stepping out of a black and white version of the Wizard of Oz, into a vivid Technicolor world of dazzling neon hues, spicy aromas and sweet tastes, voodoo and The Blues, 'Nawlins is larger and louder than life.
“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead - ahead of myself as well as you.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
They say that I am broken, like the window in my old truck. Cracked, shattered, fractured into so many pieces I will never be whole again. But, they are wrong. A chip here and there, hardly makes me ruined. I have character. I have Kintsugi. My scars make me beautiful. They are hieroglyphs that tell … Continue reading Window cracked
An eerie silence enveloped the pine woods, as a thick, misty fog crept over the landscape - all sound muted in fearful reverence to the darkness.
~ Spider Warning ~ Beautiful, yet deadly. Gossamer threads, as thin as a strand of hair, veil the path. An intricate tapestry, woven with the precision of a master, stronger than steel, yet soft as silk. As mysterious as Anansi’s workshop where he strings pearls of dew on misty mornings. Each bead a story of … Continue reading Master weaver
Thin spiral notebook 