Seattle under construction.
Those eyes of wonder and dejection…
When people talk about losing the city they love, this is it for me. It is getting harder and harder to live in a city that is losing it’s heart, which in turn makes it harder to keep caring.
Missing in Seattle.
In which I publicly admit I have serious Clare issues while standing in the Epping Forest.
A picture I will always cherish.
Early morning, the day after Christmas.
Dim Sum in Paris is not the same as being with your pals on Christmas Day, but was a great second-best option.
I had completely forgotten that the exuberance of Swansons Nursery holiday display include a camel.
It started innocently enough, but before I knew it, I was deep in the fever of reading smutty, emotional male on male romances! Plenty of them. All spring. All summer. Heck, I read another one last night.
A quick lunch poem.
After a breakfast with strangers and handful of flowers, it was a special delight to bump into this poetry stall at the Farmers Market.