The Scent of Rain
Strange how memories are triggered by sensory events that seem totally unrelated. As I was in the Jeep with my Continue reading
Strange how memories are triggered by sensory events that seem totally unrelated. As I was in the Jeep with my Continue reading
Four golden beetles basking on a jade-colored leaf along the stone stairs to Jilongshan made me kiss my camera.
It was only 10 a.m. and I hadn’t even finished my coffee when you said come, darling, come, the sky Continue reading
Still Life with Tortillas 