Carry Big Stick. Walk Loudly.
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a … Continue reading Carry Big Stick. Walk Loudly.
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a … Continue reading Carry Big Stick. Walk Loudly.
Each morning towards the end of July followed by late afternoon was filled with a rolling blanket of clouds covering … Continue reading Waiting for the SUN
A friend of mine a few days ago asked me what I was doing at that very moment of the … Continue reading Just Another Night
I woke up early this morning, before 5 AM. Yesterday evening on throughout the night, the full moon rose above … Continue reading Morning Salutations
While Taylor was trying to decide between two sticks (i.e. tree branches), I was trying to decide whether he’d bring … Continue reading Bring Back the STRUT
My routine with Taylor used to be a daily hike. That’s been replaced by a walk to the hill at … Continue reading Lavender
On this cold July morning morning just before dawn, after days of watching the clouds roll into the bay from … Continue reading Dancing Clouds
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a lot … Continue reading The Getaway
I’ve logged well over a thousand hours just sitting on my balcony, watching the world go by while Taylor and … Continue reading Hummingbird
My feet literally hang over the pier, my suede bucks taking on a life of its own. Before me the … Continue reading Moon Over Water