Retired teacher active in photography, poetry, classical and contemporary music.
A sunny autumn so far. No car, but a scenic tour of my home town
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Under the Redwoods.
Redwood trunks, straight , rising up and beyond sight.SilenceMy steps are barely heard on the forest floor.No birdsound ! And a rare delight – I don’t know where I am! Other people, ‘older’ like me, are always ready for a chat. Many are dog walkers. And there are dogs of many breeds and sizes. At…
When I Was Six
Yes, when I was six years old I learned to ride a two wheel bike. It was borrowed – balance, bravery and bruises. Now I am eighty six. I ride an E Bike. I bought it – for balance, There’s a wee bit of fear but so far no bruises. “Well you’re doing alright!” Insulting?…
David in Pen and Pics 