Wandering thoughts in the evening twilight
The lonely walker stands at the threshold where sea meets land, solitary against the dimming light. Sand shifts beneath his weathered boots, each grain a m...
The "Annie May"
Michael Connolly had returned to this stretch of coastline for thirty years, watching the gradual surrender of the Annie May to time and tide. The fishing boat's weathered hull, now...
Golden daffodils
In the soft light of early spring, a willow basket cradles a burst of golden jubilation. The daffodils unfurl their delicate petals, each bloom a sunburst of hope emerging from t...