A Dream: The Festival of Life
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
A change of tack for you longtime reader. I had thought of throwing in a link to a favorite jazz …
I’ll spare you an image for this post. Back to work…. It is the Tuesday after a long weekend. Work …
Spent the afternoon at the Canmore Folk Festival. Cloud clusters skimmed the peaks of the majestic Rockies and danced across …
Byron, from England, entertains the crowd. Poor Soul hasn’t found the Cafe yet You’ll have to bear with me on …
Look around you. Or better yet follow me outside and let us take a look around together. Outside my back …