A photo diary…
This room Safe Without walls
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Words ramble less widely than thoughts, especially so when thoughts flow in pictures. But they ramble much further than even the wornest of worn hiking boots – before they settle, sometimes restlessly and uneasily, in notebooks and blogs – like this one and countless others.
An anniversary – of sorts… And as clear as mud: