I’m not sure of why I write, especially Naturist Fiction. As a writer, I do know that when I write…
Mikladalur. It’s a strange name for a town of less than fifty people situated about halfway between Norway and Iceland…
I’m late with this week’s post. Apologies and all of that are given knowing that no one will protest overly…
In Canada, we celebrate something that unofficially is called the August Long. The weekend preceding the first Monday of August…
Finding inspiration for a writer is not necessarily found while sitting in front of a screen with one’s fingers on…
I am writing this on June 21st, a day that is significant for a variety of reasons. It is the…
This is a time of change, almost constant change. Here on the Canadian prairies, the wind has been blowing fiercely…
One of the things I do from time to time is to cull my photograph collection. At one time I…
My mind is going wonky. I have to admit it, this whole Covid19 business is having an effect on me…
No, this isn’t a post about the song by John Denver. As I am writing this, I am in Olon,…