first frosts
we must risk delight.
-jack gilbert
december in london this year has been quite warm. it’s only in the
postcards from london*
dear friend
today, the sky was so blue, we ventured out into the cool winter day
we caught the thames
compassion
.notes to myself.
buddha & lotus flower, crystal castle, byron bay, australia
it’s all very easy isn’t it
blurred vision
when days all blur into one and the songs begin to all sound the same;
perhaps it’s time to
charmed
tiny wings beat staccato
outside on the window
as time comes to
a standstill inside.
cinderella’s slipper
shatters
in
home
home is the place
where my heart resides
(and has nothing to do with location)
don’t these look like
moments
nic, fliss, me & duck
i don’t know about you, but i’m at a point in my life
borough
monmouth coffee at borough market, where we stop every friday morning for freshly roasted organic beans, a shot of espresso
postcards from sussex
dear friend,
after departing from our beautiful accommodations, we head for the south coast of england
(via a stop in
postcards from coates
dear friends
i am writing to you from the barn at castle cottage
we have the most beautiful and peaceful