a new era dawns in a haze of fear and uncertainty the world’s potential veiled by hatred’s profitability I actually wrote this poem on New Year’s Day, when I headed out for an early walk despite it being dull, overcast, and uninspiring for photography. These pictures, on the other hand, were all taken earlier this … More View Through the Mist
echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace
walk along snow-dusted fence lines, lit by the fading light * and find peace amidst the shadows, in the embrace of the Winter’s chill * for now is the time of dreaming, as night begins its descent * and now is the time for planning, as we wait the renewals of Spring * so walk … More Fence Walker
Sometimes, no words are needed.
As the midwinter celebrations fade into memory, the new year settles into a haze of grey monotony – a progression of days shrouded in obscuring mist. But even amidst the gloom, an allure can be found if you open your eyes to the sight. Light will filter through even on the dullest of days. (Remember to … More January 2017