Plymouth – Still Smiling
Old Plymouth
Woodland Books “When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time’.”– Stephen King I desire to write. To write for more extended periods. To be…
Kumar Tuli, the potters' quarter, lies along the banks of the River Hooghly in the sprawling mega-city, Calcutta, in Northeastern India. The villagers create the clay idols of Hindu gods…
There is nothing more lovely than a flower. Colorful, sensual, maybe a little erotic. Only we humans see flowers for their beauty. Nature’s gift. Temporary perfection. In order to perpetuate their beauty, we buy millions of replicas made of plastic and silk. A poor substitute in my mind.
The Nautilus was piercing the water with its sharp spur, after having accomplished nearly ten thousand leagues in three months and a half, a distance greater than the great circle…
Things left behind. Abandoned. Almost always draw me in, to wonder why to imagine. I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just…
Crows watch over the early morning rituals at Munshi Ghat on the banks of the River Ganges in the ancient city of Varanasi in northern India.
I have always had great admiration for the 17th century Dutch and Flemish artists and especially their still life paintings. Abraham van Beyeren is a favorite. The artist is the…