Sunday Morning Walking Words
Glistening webs suspended at thigh height by the weeds of paspalum swaying with the morning’s gentleness. illuminated by the mist and the droplets left by the vital principal of air, there you sit… Continue reading
Glistening webs suspended at thigh height by the weeds of paspalum swaying with the morning’s gentleness. illuminated by the mist and the droplets left by the vital principal of air, there you sit… Continue reading
Finally I got some time to myself yesterday; it’s been ages since I’ve had that, to indulge myself. I unpacked a few items I had recently purchased, a wonderful Merino sheep’s skull with… Continue reading