Living In Vancouver
They say that home is where the heart is.
There Are Days…
Maybe we all just need a visual rest today.
Only Breath – A Poem for the Weekend
I am not from the East or the West...
Slowing Down This Crazy World
Walking, especially while talking to a good friend. Pricesless stuff.
Bonjour Baby!
Besides, I think I could get used to coming in that red front door.