A grand-niece of mine drawn in pencil two years ago as one of twelve faces I produced for a Brad/Maxine Rowsell Family group portrait.

A grand-niece of mine drawn in pencil two years ago as one of twelve faces I produced for a Brad/Maxine Rowsell Family group portrait.

who knows negative bits and pieces about a lot of nothing … Rumour of Humour 8


A patch of my garden currently looks like this and this morning triggered pic/poem.

A visual definition to trump visual definitions.





North Atlantic, Canada Bay, Great Northern Peninsula, NL.
This scene is just a few steps away from the one in my earlier blog post: Ebb Tide.
The home-made walkway of a nearby cottage crosses some boggy turf and a narrow passage way to a rocky island; and if you face into the sun at the end of the boards, you encounter the low tide view of that previous post. Salt spray, high winds, and lack of depth of soil will prevent those trees from being little more than phenomenal shrubbery in that fabulous rock-scape.
And of course, at highest tide the water rises to just a foot below the boardwalk.

