Retire With Me Posts

And so it seems I am dreaming about Summer time warmth in the beginning of a truculent Autumn season.  I dream of the taste of sweet watermelon and the smell of ripe strawberries; Ice cream and freshly picked, ripe, peaches span the season. I think of my grandmother, how I…

A long time ago, back when tigers used to smoke, I lived in a small town at the base of three mountain ranges, the Persells, The Selkirks and the Rockies.  My uncle Gary lived in Saskatchewan, the heart of the prairies.  He hated my little town, and being a child,…

Sometimes, to allow for my creative juices to flow, I have to step off the sidewalk and onto the street.  I love finding others searching for their own juices and I invite them to sing along and dance with me! Please join me as I revitalize myself below, don’t be…

I feel like sometimes I might have a Gothic, Punk Rocker inside of me instead of an inner child.  And when I stand back and look, well it probably is an inner child, but one with a bit of an attitude, and boots that are too tight.  I take pictures…

I try to justify my “artistic ways,” by crediting something esoteric, something that is bigger than the ordinary, a truth that needs to be shared because it is important.   The fact is that the truth that I share, is only interpreted by me, sometimes others can catch a sense of…