The scent of place ties me to the memory of it. Walking into my shop and smelling varnish and linseed oil transports me to boat shops and boatyards where I've worked. Without a moment of transport, I've returned, even if it was long ago.
The scent of place ties me to the memory of it. Walking into my shop and smelling varnish and linseed oil transports me to boat shops and boatyards where I've worked. Without a moment of transport, I've returned, even if it was long ago.
A Place for Wood Carvers and Whittlers
Nationally Syndicated Editorial Cartoonist
Great Blue Herons: A study in patience and grace
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Don't Look Up! Something May Be Watching You...
The Color Photography of Paul Szlosek
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Life in progress
Author Aspiring
Views of the natural environment & climate change
I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
STORIES ABOUT THE MOUNTAINS, THE SEA, AND ANCIENT TRUTH
My thoughts and ideas about life, cats, and whatever else I think about
Andy and I miss Dougy
food for the body; food for the soul
Handcarved Accessories For Modern Living
Mississippi life culture lifestyles inspiration
My "bump" was in 2016 when, aged 48, I suffered a stroke. This blog charts my recovery. (Header clipart licensed by pngguru.com.)