Jan31 Last day of the month— a pathway lies before me that I cannot see. Jan30 Early morning rain— all my plans evaporate as a desert stream. Jan29 Early morning rain— can that explain the reason for the crow’s dismay? Jan28 Step by step I climb each hill standing in my way— the journey lengthens. Jan27 the apricot tree awaits its winter pruning— blackbird winks at me Jan26 languorous breakfast— taking two hours to savor each morsel, each sip Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan30 Early morning rain— all my plans evaporate as a desert stream. Jan29 Early morning rain— can that explain the reason for the crow’s dismay? Jan28 Step by step I climb each hill standing in my way— the journey lengthens. Jan27 the apricot tree awaits its winter pruning— blackbird winks at me Jan26 languorous breakfast— taking two hours to savor each morsel, each sip Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan29 Early morning rain— can that explain the reason for the crow’s dismay? Jan28 Step by step I climb each hill standing in my way— the journey lengthens. Jan27 the apricot tree awaits its winter pruning— blackbird winks at me Jan26 languorous breakfast— taking two hours to savor each morsel, each sip Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan28 Step by step I climb each hill standing in my way— the journey lengthens. Jan27 the apricot tree awaits its winter pruning— blackbird winks at me Jan26 languorous breakfast— taking two hours to savor each morsel, each sip Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan27 the apricot tree awaits its winter pruning— blackbird winks at me Jan26 languorous breakfast— taking two hours to savor each morsel, each sip Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan26 languorous breakfast— taking two hours to savor each morsel, each sip Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan25 Winter afternoon— near a bend in the river fishers try their luck. Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan24 Midwinter morning— the hotel’s breakfast buffet runs out of bacon. Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Jan23 Zero Fahrenheit— we bundle up in woolens for a woodland walk. Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts
Jan22 Midwinter morning— an old man with a prayer wheel spins it in the park. Post navigation ← Older posts