Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital: Day Nineteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * If you’ve been around here for awhile, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t usually shoot photographs in […]

A Revelation, Tucked in a Box Left on the Herbert Davies Memorial Bridge: Day Seven

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * The mockingbird warbling in the bush beneath my window — surely he never stops his mouth […]