On a soft sofa at the Unseen Library …

Down at the Veil Puppeteer…

Unpacking memories at the rustic farm near the sea…

Home is where the heart is…

Tuning in to Autumns’ frequency…

Listen to the wind softly whispering… you can do this…

Last Suffolk summer guitar riffs…

Starting to break but I can’t grief…

Memorabilia taking me back to youthful times…

Silver Blue Phantoms shimmering in the noonday sun…

Curvilinear textures and warm sunbeam fenestration…

I find shelter in this undercover Hideaway…

Balanced bamboo, boots and butterflies…

Lookin’ pretty on a Pillow…

Prelude to a botanical frequency…