The rose..


…is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.

Paulo Coelho


To visit Morocco…




…is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

~ Edith Wharton ~


Images are of Chefchaouen, known as “The Blue City” in northwest Morocco.

The Birds and the Bees — Richard M. Ankers – Author

“The Birds and the Bees The leaves hung like hummingbirds hovering for food. In swarms of suspended metals, autumn’s glinting deposits waited to settle on the scorched ground. Next came the wind. Warmer than a lover’s kiss, colder than a refusal, it took me in its swirling embrace unsure whether to throttle or enfold. Me […]”

via The Birds and the Bees — Richard M. Ankers – Author

Sika Deer

Emily Carter Mitchell ~ Nature & Wildlife Photography

I went on a wild owl hunt early this morning at Assateague Island National Seashore and came up empty handed. But I did find some amazing creatures that I least expected.

Sika Deer are small members of the elk family and were introduced to Maryland in the early 1900’s. Smaller than the White tailed deer that I frequently see on my outings, these deer are mainly seen on Maryland’s Eastern shore. Each time I’m out there visiting Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge and surrounding areas I hope I’ll find some Sika Deer. White tailed deer aplenty, but I never did set my eyes on any Sika Deer.

At long last when least expected, several of them greeted me at dawn on the road leading into the National Seashore. At first I wasn’t sure if I was really looking at a Sika Deer as I’m familiar with Island Key Deer that I’ve…

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Budka Suflera śpiewała kiedyś “a po nocy przychodzi dzień, a po burzy spokój“. Niby człowiek o tym wie ale w sprawach sercowych ciężko nam jest czasami zrozumieć oczywiste rzeczy. Przynajmniej mi.

Czasami dochodzą do tego różne zewnętrzne czynniki, stany depresyjne, stres w pracy i ta uporczywa myśl, że oto stanęliśmy przed ścianą z litego betonu.

Od czerwca byłem w totalnej rozsypce. Nie potrafiłem się ani poskładać, ani pogodzić czy to ze sobą, czy to ze światem. Błądziłem w labiryncie uczuć tak ciężkich i mrocznych, że szurałem nosem po ziemi. Dni mijały mi na automatycznym działaniu, choć umysł trwał w stanie zawieszenia nad krawędzią. Jeszcze niedawno byłem jedną nogą w lodowatej wodzie rozpaczy.

Te miesiące te próby odnalezienia siebie, uwierzenia w życie, znalezienia złotego środka, byleby się nie poddawać.

Wiele złego uczyniłem sobie i innym, miotając się jak poranione zwierzę w klatce. Przez moje próby powstania z…

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Who wasn’t at Culloden?

Always interested to hear stories about Culloden.

Culloden Battlefield

We get many people coming through the exhibition here at Culloden Battlefield & Visitor Centre asking where their clan was in the battle and sometimes the answer isn’t always what they expect.

Whilst many men from the Jacobite army were indeed at Culloden there were a couple of parties who didn’t make it to the field of battle on 16th April 1746.

arch Culloden Battlefield

Firstly, the Earl of Cromarties regiment. This regiment originally joined the Jacobite forces in Perth and consisted of men raised by George MacKenzie, 3rd Earl of Cromartie. There were many Mackenzies in the regiment as well as other clan names with MacLeod, Ross, Campbell and MacLean, just to name a few. Around 80 men had been raised from Cromarties own estates and many of the other men were recruited from the northern highland around Dingwall and Tain.

In early 1746 the regiment was ordered north to try and meet…

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