My chosen field for over the last 20 years or so has been in a studio rather than a sports arena…
Despite my haste, I surreptitiously checked out the other shoppers, looking to make eye contact, exchange a smile or a few friendly words. But everyone else seemed to be caught in the frenzy of shopping for the evening meal, just as I was.
Mum didn’t have a funeral ceremony, she was cremated privately, according to her wishes. Instead, our family and friends gathered together at the house we shared, about a month after she died, to remember […]
Even the Moon has scars … A follow up image from those taken for this week’s blog on The Body Beautiful.
When does an interest become a passion, when does a passion become an addiction?