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Eager anticipation of the grand spectacle of the spring migration.

A flight of fancy with the wind and a willing feather.

A tribute to the mystic summer swallowtail butterflies.

Looking for meaning and significance in the interplay of light and shadow on a February night.

Surrending the hope for a blinding flash of illumination in favour of gathering truth along the way.

A different take on solitude and the wisdom it can bestow.

My memory is partial to metaphors – especially those of small scale miracles,

Why I prefer the valley below to being alone on the top of the mountain.

My short story “Ransom Heart” is a finalist – along with two other stories – in the Second Wind Publishing Short StoryContest. Your votes decide the winner!

Find an expression of the softer side of winter in the artistry of frost etchings.