Born in a small, Illinois log cabin . . . No, that won’t work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents . . . No, that won’t fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded . . . No, that’s been done! Got it: An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home and making new friends. Reached for comment, she replied, “Okay, I wrote my bio, now may I Please go out and play?” We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that’s a wrap. What a wacko!)
W/herever do you fnd these gorgeous pictures? They are such good matches for the mood of your words. In this instance I appreciated the way you favor the wind. I wonder if you ever tasted it as well?
No, Theresa, only the rain and the snow, which are very different tastes! As for the picture, I’ve searched for many hours to find them. Sometimes finding the right picture takes much longer than writing the piece. 🙂
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May 28, 2014 at 3:42 pm
Pretty. ❤
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May 28, 2014 at 4:06 pm
Thank you. 🙂
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May 28, 2014 at 3:45 pm
W/herever do you fnd these gorgeous pictures? They are such good matches for the mood of your words. In this instance I appreciated the way you favor the wind. I wonder if you ever tasted it as well?
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May 28, 2014 at 4:09 pm
No, Theresa, only the rain and the snow, which are very different tastes! As for the picture, I’ve searched for many hours to find them. Sometimes finding the right picture takes much longer than writing the piece. 🙂
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June 18, 2014 at 1:07 pm
Beautiful artwork and amazing description. Thank you.
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June 18, 2014 at 1:19 pm
John, thank you. I’ve been remarkably lucky with the photos. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping and commenting.
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