thankful for friends in faraway places

I bought John Wreford a cup of coffee today. Now I am going for a walk in the woods before winter closes in for the day. Then, home to paint.

I have been enjoying John Wreford’s stunning photography and deeply human stories of his adventures in the Middle East for at least a couple of years. I am so grateful for his curiosity and prose and images, they are a balm for these times. I am also greatly inspired, as a “life alternative” seems to me, a life well-lived.

Thank you, John!

Have a look at his wonderful work, read his stories, subscribe to his blog, buy him a cup of coffee. Sometimes the world is crazy, and sometimes all it takes is seeing things from a certain angle to be reminded what a gift it is to be alive – and John’s work is a slant that appeals to life.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

And, this is a song for the season and the mountain I live on:


In case you were wondering, the image above is a mountain near where I live and was taken by me, not by John Wreford. I sincerely encourage you to view his work at his site.


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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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