I recently read about something that made me pause. Each year, small, determined birds lift themselves from the Arctic coasts and the Nordic tundra — from Finland’s northern light, from Alaska’s wild edges — and fly all the way to Australia and New Zealand. Non-stop. Across oceans. Across hemispheres. From one end of the earth…
Tag: photography
Storyteller
My phone flashes the warning again: Storage almost full. Again. I take a lot of photos. Not for an audience. Not to curate a flawless life. I take them to gather crumbs — breadcrumbs scattered through the forest of my days. Each image a small, shining proof that I noticed. That I felt. That I…
Morning Cuppa
There is something almost sacred about those quiet mornings when it’s just me and my cuppa. The house is still. No one calling out. No phones buzzing. Just that soft early light slipping through the windows and the gentle hum of a new day stretching awake. I wrap my hands around the warm mug and…
Apples of Gold 