Brenda, at the Sunday Whirl sent along this week's words. While I know they can be tumbled in any way, my mind is black and all I can write is black. You see my dear friends, there’s been too much lately. Too
Everyone is pretty sick of me having cameras out close to hand in every room. (Hazards of living with a photographer) I can’t help it; so many beautiful images/vignettes/light quality to capture. Just look at the morning light reaching a bunch
Yesterday, as I sat on the beach, a “no dog” area of the beach, a small b/w French bulldog ran up to the log I was sitting next to and peed on the end. I looked around to see the
My birth certificate says I was born in Prague. Inland. Not beside the sea. Sometimes I think this must be a mistake. I feel my best at the sea. I do my best thinking at the sea. This Friday I
So fitting for the “solitary” theme. The summer weather has broken and the forecasted morning fog has turned into a gray, cloud cover sort of day here on the West Coast. I thought about draining all the colour out of these
I’ve fought and fought with this challenge. What I wanted to do is express my everyday life with images and then I realised that, being a true Bohemian, well everyday life just has to fall into place as it can.