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.
Category: Poetry
One Foot After Another – Breathe
Some words and thoughts pass quickly; some linger in a walker's mind as she strikes past.
Sing for me, Tui
The Tuis' have been so boisterous around our neighborhood it's been a pleasurable experience.
She Who Must Be Obeyed
A random moment involving one cat, a red door and my morning walk. Which evolved into a poem from a wannabe poet.
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