The winds are strong and constant so the rocks scattered over the beach become weathered and worn into incredible cracks, fissures, strata, crevices – very beautiful…
The three of us, a tripod monster, walking back along the beach last night…
The three of us, a tripod monster, walking back along the beach last night…
A fashion designer for years, now a writer –
of short stories and poems, some of which get aired here
and seriously aiming to write a novel this year...
Would one day like to own a lady parrot.























