A favourite drive. A place to breathe. Ric fell in the night again. He has been falling almost weekly since the New Year. Usually just scrapes and bruises but this time he broke two ribs. This doesn’t bode well going forward. I come to the river to catch my breath. For Weekend Sky
My newest granddaughter has a shock of curls on top of her head and it reminds me of me when I was a baby. Of course, I needed proof, so yesterday, while visiting my mom, I went through old photo albums, and found this photo of my dad feeding me.Apparently, history does repeat itself. Have […]
It’s springtime, and love is in the air, even for the mallards. This pair idled by, and while I tend not to photograph mallards, I bowed to their insistence. Don’t fall for his apparent devotion, as soon as she gives birth, he’ll be off and other males will impose themselves on her, at risk to […]