Friday, February 05, 2010

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Snowball


Sometimes I think my cat is a missing piece of night. A strange cat that one.

Prowls through the night and comes home and sleeps under the sun the whole day.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Day Battles



What things can I put in my sack today? A ball, a kite, an odd-shaped rock?

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Pathways and Doorways

Doors lead to quiet gardens..



....or open into the sea..



Some places are just meant to be wandered into, I guess..


Thursday, December 17, 2009

Quiet Places



There are places in the world where one can only hear the scratching of pen on paper, the wet swish of a brush on canvas, the rustle of paper, and the wind playing with door chimes.