Our Dad - no words can fully describe the loss that will be felt for years to come if not all our lives. Though we know it's a blessing that he can now be at peace.
During winter's wetter and cooler days, photo sorting seems a constructive way to idle away a few hours. One such day, I came across an image of an old mate who wasn't very photogenic.
Some words and thoughts pass quickly; some linger in a walker's mind as she strikes past.
The Tuis' have been so boisterous around our neighborhood it's been a pleasurable experience.
A random moment involving one cat, a red door and my morning walk. Which evolved into a poem from a wannabe poet.