I bought a new book the other day. Actually, I bought two. It never seems possible to buy just the one. I don't know why but books are very expensive here in Canada, far more than in the UK. 

Somebody once told me that the people who make the best classical guitars in the world, leave a small imperfection somewhere in their masterpiece, unseen unless you look closely.

Last week's writing prompt features a photograph of dappled sunlight shining through open foliage, a wide aperture defocusing all but the sharpest branches in the middle of the hedge.

Yesterday, the sun shone in a sky awash with blue and everyone talked about what an unexpectedly beautiful day it had turned out to be - that soon it'll be cold enough for snow.

Closer Than You Think

The Hollow Tree

Reflection

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

The Feeling of Feathers

Fixed in Time

What are these things lying beached on the shore after a storm? What is the mystery here?

Explore the symbolism in 'Here Stands the Lone Wolf.' Try to uncover, in this evocative image, a short story or mythical animal tale.