Casting… The Dice
Quiet, contemplative days. Forced inactivity a welcome respite from the daily round. Not that the daily round was overly disagreeable. …
Quiet, contemplative days. Forced inactivity a welcome respite from the daily round. Not that the daily round was overly disagreeable. …
It’s a special night. A very special night. You’re sitting next to your wife of eight years and she is …
“All participate in the ceremonial according to rank and function. The whole society becomes visible to itself as an imperishable …
I’ve been told Internet access or any other form of communication to or from Das Boat is prohibitively expensive, so …
I have a fascination with these old abandoned farm houses. Months ago I wrote a post, focusing mainly on …
For some time now the idea of writing a blog post on Love has been simmering in the old bean. …
“Daddy, I’m puking!” Ah, the sweet open innocence of youth! But is this a harbinger of things to come? For …
“It’s as if every molecule–every fibre–in my body is in the process of reorienting itself to you.” –early email to …
This pretty much sums up weekends these days. I’m the goose trailing, trying to deal with an overpowering urge to …
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …