not for the birds

A heron sat unmoved on his post. He remained stock still as, walking along the canal path in wintery wet Berlin, we chattered right by him – not even turning a beady eye on us.

flights of fancy

I’ve been considering my creative life and thinking that my own particular mix is a daily swoop

the lay of the land

Flying over Newfoundland (the Newfies put the emphasis on the land part of the word) I looked down on countless lakes and forests.