I am an art graduate, now working as a mental health nurse in Hastings.
* Sadness really comes out of nowhere, the sun's not so low yet. * These sand dunes catch the low light, so nicely.
By R Dorey4 years ago in Poets
Tuesday Buckshole Lake in March. When the ice has started to thaw a little and big sheets of it break off from the shore. Wide tumbling bubbles of air work their way out into the middle of the lake and sit stranded out there until spring.
By R Dorey4 years ago in Fiction
