Wow. ok. whew. just take it one day at a time.

This was is my favourite thus far. Not only do I love roses, I love your poetry. There is such softness and yet such strength in a rose, don't you think. I see those same qualities in your poems. Namaste

ok Wow. I will have to go to the beaches here and try and top that picture. It will be hard. You have captured exactly the right moment. WOW

nope. there is a lot of that kind of stuff around here. Originaly they were fishing huts and stuff like that

thank you :))

that is a famous place close to my home

ah. I do not know them, but I shall seek them out and hope to visit their soon.

It is not something one can push. These days I am using my creative flow to Reno a home rather than write. All an art form in a sense.

Nova Scotia, on the Atlantic Ocean Side, originally from Toronto, Ontario on Lake Ontario. sort of like almost here, within a mile or two. Peggys Cove (

When you look at this all day. You can not help but be at peace

The joy we seek is not in things, the peace we need is not there either. It is in the quiet of nature, in the simple things, the birds, the trees, the water. A walk in the woods, or on the waters edge.

hey. I was there too for a while back about 4 years ago

I say grab a sketch pad and a pencil and see what happens. :)))

well whatever it is...it worked. :)))

ha. sorry I should have mentioned. we did not move to the sailboat we moved to that body of water. however we did downsize a whole lot, moved from a huge city house, do a chalet on the water. rustic and

True ...sunny is always the best ever.

WOW.! that is truly deep and thank you for trusting me a complete stranger to share yourself this way. I was an English Literature freak and loved Shakespeare. Wrote poetry and was a hippy child. Then

hee. ya ..I guess I did. I am becoming more minimalistic as I age. more about the journey, or something. This is where we moved to (

aha. been there and done that one. Huge move here 5 years ago and now I am thinking ..hmmm. still too much stuff, so I am starting to sell it and give it away. don't need it all. Growth is hard, but always

your work is lovely and haunting in a way and certainly calling, I have not dabbled in poetry since high school. a very long time ago, so I will just continue reading your work. :)))