A Sunday before Easter

Another day, one more day, same day, same people, other people …  Poetry and flowers are the same. * The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs… Continue reading

When photography meets painting – 16 (Snowdrops … at least)

Have you heard the Snowdrops ringing Their bells to themselves? Smaller and whiter than the singing Of any fairy elves Who follow Mab their Queen When she is winging On a moth across… Continue reading

“Phenomenal woman”

IWD , International Women’s Day, a day celebrated by me with a poem of Maya Angelou and  dance. How else ? Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a… Continue reading