An Open Door is an Open Door. I loved birds before put a bird on it was a thing. Birds are delicate, and I have never been that word. We run for reassurance of what is. Found and all thoughts vanish, our hands cupped. The night yellow and spilling in our quiet coming. It was spring and thin sheets fenced. Each body from the other bodies.

Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. The sound of bells has the power of exorcism and purification. In some countries it is even associated with that of thunder. Our four horsemen of the Apocalypse peddle this belief. They bang hard rock tinged with a fuzz and sweat.

Thursday, 18 July 2013. I was in a bit of a creative rut. Since we moved here in December from Tully I have been rather unsettled and have found it very hard to get creative. I was really happy with the end result, considering I thought my craft mojo and just up and left and was never coming back. Monday, 20 May 2013.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014.

I am a photographer that trained when cameras used film and pictures were processed in a dark room. Now, years later I am entering the digital age of photography. I also design websites for churches and lead scrapbooking groups.