Is life life how we see it Or is life life how we live it? Is life life how we dream it Or is life life as it is?
Light shone through the cracks as though it were escaping the confines of a wicker box. How the light got inside is a mystery for another day – surely the light should be outside? Perhaps that’s where it… Read More
The dark. The cool. The shade. It’s late. I’m alone. Footsteps ahead. I hide. Crouching silently. Waiting patiently. Twigs crack. Birds squawk. Eyes narrow. I watch. I stare. It’s now. Or never. I stretch. I pounce. I reach…. Read More
The thing is, sometimes, time takes the lead over events. It runs out of control even though we are doing everything we can to seemingly fit in to the time we feel is available. Obviously, in reality, time… Read More
For One Word Sunday this week, Debbie’s theme is Bridge. My photo is of a steep pathway leading up to the bridge, which is weak. The bridge, that is, although I suppose the photo could be as well!… Read More