Sunday
Sunday without a plan. No plot, no prearranged day no proposal of my own design. Like any chickadee, black cap...
Sunday without a plan. No plot, no prearranged day no proposal of my own design. Like any chickadee, black cap...
On the back of a wooly white sheep standing in an Irish green field, for a brimming moment a magpie...
Your Paps, your cairns, show proud and full against an Irish sky. I am your child, your child. From your...
(After a catamaran cruise through the AurlandsFjorden, Norway) The passage washed me of the past. The fjord’s steep walls pushed...