Curves, Corners, however, you look at it, Toronto has a few interesting ones it likes to show off. One of Toronto's most photographed downtown corners, The Gooderham building, known for its cool rounded feature. The tower of Old City Hall, at Bay and Queen street, reflecting off a new nearby reflective skyscraper. A mural painted on … Continue reading Look At My Curves
I have been creating and collecting textured backgrounds and other textured images for years. Not only do they fascinate me but I use them whenever I can in my different online projects. Here is a sample of a few unique textured facial images. I hope you enjoy them. This post is for the WordPress photo … Continue reading Masks Of Texture
The evening settled on us like a welcome mediator. Dimming the stark reality, hushing tones, and muffling our harsh thoughts. I heard a sigh and wondered if it was another unspoken apology or merely a step closer to the door.
I slowly stretch my leg, extending my toes and feel a warm round softness by my feet. Purring rumbles back gently from under the warm covers. I snuggle back down into the depths of relaxation and sleep, smiling at how much I love my precious although perhaps Unusual bedmate. Maybe the best sleep companion I've ever had, I … Continue reading Unusual Rumbling Purrs
Fictional Perspectives On Apocalypse 1. Most people hate the rain, ruins their hair and makeup. Gotta wear ugly rain boots, cars splash you when they pass. Some people love the rain. Standing in the pouring rain can be so freeing, and it's always fun to splash around in the puddles. If you ever wondered how … Continue reading Perspectives On Apocalypse
I love the look and feel of the simple and rustic country. The uncomplicated life where you can hear silence as if it was a real thing. In my dreams, one day, I will have an escape in the country to retreat to when I need to unwind and de-stress. Until then my collage of miscellaneous photos … Continue reading Escaping To The Rustic Country
A Short story for which I don't have a title. Your Father: The living room smells of your father's pipe and your mother's cooking. It's lamb chops this evening. It's the type of smell that would make you queazy if you weren't used to it. You're sitting on the new couch. It's lavender and at … Continue reading A Journey Into Domestic Violence