52 Photos ~ Something really small

Tea at the Palaz of Hoon Not less because in purple I descended The western day through what you called The loneliest air, not less was I myself. What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard? What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears? What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Something really small

November goes out with a cup of tea

It's not quite a marshmallow world yet, but this morning we woke to a frosting of snow lying quietly over everything and there was a definite almost-Decembery feel in the air. November, get gone. December, how do you do? The colder it gets, the more grateful I am for that heated stock tank we have… Continue reading November goes out with a cup of tea