And then some…

At first I thought the birds had simply found a pleasant, albeit ironic, perch. A metal sculpture of a great bird, a raven or a large crow, perhaps, secured to a black pole and grounded in a garden. I was looking for birds, camera in hand, eyes scanning the winter landscape, where leaves do not … Continue reading And then some…

Exercising my writing muscles

“Can you recommend some books on writing,” a colleague and friend who is in the happy circumstance of being on sabbatical asked me recently. Unleashed from the demands of work and free to roam where he chooses, my friend, an artist, wants to exercise his writing muscles. Reading about writing is one way to do … Continue reading Exercising my writing muscles