Journey

Knowing where one is stepping can be challenging.  Fading light, eyesight, and one’s sense of direction play into the challenge of...

It was an oddly placed sign, if only because the message was practically redundant.  No stopping was allowed.  I do not know...

The shadows on the street danced with the wind.  In the quietness, I listened to Life’s whispers speaking to the shadows...

The polished hallway created an image of going from dark to light, now to then, here to what might be.  It...

The wall spoke to individuals who loved to ride.  I stood silent and still as I looked at the names on...

I sat, captured by the delicate soft rose.  On one hand, it was vulnerable, fragile, and gentle.  I knew that this had...

I love wandering through the aisles of fruits, vegetables, and herbs.  I consider their flavours, textures, and roles they have played...

The edge of the sea was rough.  Water-etched sandstone, pools of water, uneven surfaces – everything one needed so that anyone...

The lights changed, and I looked up.  The juxtaposition of branches, leaves, and lights left me with an image that I...

The hard hat was puzzling.  It was after midnight.  We were in a secure area with very few people.  Any shift had long...