The Fence March
On Sunday,, while waiting for my friend to pick me up, I saw someone familiar foraging on the stretch of …
On Sunday,, while waiting for my friend to pick me up, I saw someone familiar foraging on the stretch of …
This is a first. Bulbuls, Oriental Magpie Robins, Rufous Treepies, and even a White-cheeked Barbet have all gone and done …
This is as good a spot as any to keep an eye on yonder lady standing at her balcony and clicking …
Not a colorful peafowl only a coucal greater, not lesser dressed in sober black and coppery brown with eyes, a ruby …
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Finding My Way Home
Politics, things that make you think, and recreational breaks
The blog of Sandy J. White
"How quickly comes the sun when first it sets its mind to rise." - - j. s. v.
goodies from my mailbox and camera
Urbanites in the woods, doing all our own stunts.
a 100-word story every day
The Pursuit of Writing
Book reviews, releases, writing advice and more... with a pinch of love and sarcasm
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” - Ernest Hemingway
Before I forget
Internal easing
World of P.G. Wodehouse
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Undermining the Patriarchy Every Chance I Get. And I Get a Lot of Chances (Copyright Preserved)
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