Restless

restless feet tread their
meandering path out
into the wild wood where … More Restless

View Through the Mist

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

Keepsake

echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace