I swirl the wine in my glass. There is no recollection of having poured it. My world stretches monochrome and thin. Days spin as a stone wheel to grind away all the Blacksmith has once wrought, strength of body and sharpness of mind.
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Another day ends over the sea. I recall another’s promises once given, locked safely away, and long since forgotten, disavowed. The bluff sits forsaken and covered in dandelions gone to seed. The surf beats a muted dirge for the evening breeze, now peaceful like the dead.
So this is another end. I sit Continue reading Promises
The wind has picked up, casting a bit of a chill in the evening air. I throw another layer on and take a cup of cocoa with me to watch the sunset over the Pacific. The views here in the evenings are more spectacular than the brochure claims. Believe it for it’s true. Continue reading Tide’s Gone Out
Photography. I think the first time that I really knew I wanted to be a photographer was when I was a little girl. I was sitting on my grandfather’s lap and he was showing me a photo album and telling me about where he had taken this picture and that one. I remember being bored, a little. But, I liked Continue reading Sunsets in Stuttgart