Winter Whiskers
Twigs, stalks, stubbles and all kinds of leavings are what I greet along the edges of the frozen terrain I tread. It’s simply that time of year and as all souls know, it’s this occasion of reprieve that allows us … Continue reading
Twigs, stalks, stubbles and all kinds of leavings are what I greet along the edges of the frozen terrain I tread. It’s simply that time of year and as all souls know, it’s this occasion of reprieve that allows us … Continue reading