Yesterday was a low point. I realised I didn’t want to do anything. Not even if it was delivered on a silver platter by Michael Bublé. Even a shower seemed overwhelming. Though I did get that done eventually. As I was drifting around the apartment around midnight, taking photos of…
There are always iconic images I see when we travel, that for one reason or another I am unable to photograph. On Friday when, after…
And what was not possible all too easily becomes the story of our lives. Indeed, our lived lives might become a protracted mourning for, or…
When our daughter was about twelve years old we had a little retail therapy session while traveling overseas. At that time we frequently still shared a…
Five years ago Don and I visited Granada, Spain to see the Alhambra (so named because of the Arabic name for its reddish walls). Our very first…