Seattle under construction.
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.
We loved her. She got old, then she died. Heartbroken and relieved.