Lately I’ve been going out each afternoon to seek a “good” photo of a varied thrush in the autumn landscape. Thus far, this (see below)...

Finding a starting place to write about anything, let alone hope and how to gather a greater sense of it when your words have run dry is...

How can I too, hold a seemingly intangible design of something more in my tattered mind? buffeted by the wind, how do I know where to...