When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s
A few months ago I lashed out at the concept of flower photography and why it should be banned. My opinion on the matter hasn’t
Every morningthe worldis created. Under the orange sticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches —and
I am sure you are all familiar with that annoying sensation of not knowing whether you are coming or going? This is an expression that
Granted, the title of today’s entry is a tad too long, but there was really no other way to chop it down… I am usually
You must be wondering what the photograph of the young woman has to do with the title. Well, grab a cup of coffee and I