On Ona’s Land.

A winter stroll through nature, bombarding all my senses with too much information. Self-effacing trees bow their crowns before their shining queen Aurora and drink avidly from her well. The greenest moss on pallid bark shrieks out for my admiration, giving the lie to my silly notion that this be the season of death. Fauna […]

Tribute to Sheila & Kent.

My Gran is definitely not a man, but the most feminine of women, a personification of the Mother, a breathing testament to love. A selfless love for all living things, whether teeny-tiny or quite large. The champion of the underdog and companion to an ubercat, the tenderest of merry witches, complete with hat and broom. […]