The Weight of Memories

Yesterday I sat on the hillside and watched the leaves fly off the trees. I don’t think I have ever done that before. Each year the leaves are on the trees, looking stunning in their fall splendour, and then they are on the ground. And it’s all over for another year. But I have never […]

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New beginnings to old dreams

It’s a new beginning to an old dream…. This morning I found an old journal and realized that I write about the same things over and over again, year after year. It’s always the same, what I want is always the same: I want to write and share it. I want to take pictures and […]

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