Evening finds me here, sailboat-bike moored by the bench; the river half-fresh, half-sea, rolling upstream to High Water.
Continue reading “~ Statues ~”
My mother’s earliest traceable ancestors on her mother’s side were Swedish, from Gothenburg. Perhaps I have some Viking blood somewhere.
Continue reading “~ Roll With The Tide ~”
Apart from a few farmers’ being a bit over-protective of their grass, I have never met anyone who doesn’t thrill to the sound of wild geese.
Continue reading “~ When You Sing ~”
Dogs are so many things to so many people. We need not bother ourselves with that long list here – companions, guardians, helpers, finders… – it would take all day.
Continue reading “~ God is a Dog ~”
Too weak to continue in the sky the white bird came down, fierce but shaken, enraged by the dying light within.
Continue reading “~ Clouds of Gyre ~”
Wanlockhead, the highest village in Scotland, nestles amidst the tops of the ice-cream scoops that are the Lead Hills – so named because of their once prodigious lead mines.
Continue reading “~ Treasure ~”