When it wasn’t raining at the Left Coast, it looked like this out the back door of our rental. Tough, eh?
Subscribe2
Photo Memory of the Week
Music of the Week
Poetry of the Week
The Gift to Sing
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing. . . .Read the whole poem here.Posted: Feb 21
Notices
All text and photographs are protected by copyright. This site collects anonymous user data for Google Analytics.
You capture such beautiful moments on film, Isabel.
Tom
Tom – Thank you. That’s a target I can happily try to pursue.
neatly arranged – like furrows
Barry – 🙂
Simply beautiful!
Judith – Thanks! If only I had webbed feet, it would be the place to call home.