..or The Monday Bouquet Revisited just one more time, with those beautiful tulip petals now fallen yet still glorious as they lie together on the table…
..or The Monday Bouquet Revisited just one more time, with those beautiful tulip petals now fallen yet still glorious as they lie together on the table…
…three generations, two pipes, one family…
…this old snapshot of me with my father and grandfather could easily have also been my submission to the Daily Prompt:Heroic…

…The possibility that your luggage doesn’t appear through that carousel door is always a time of high anxiety. But there it is, in all its reassuring blueness. At that moment the possibility of Machu Picchu became an eagerly awaited reality…
Ailsa’s weekly travel themes

…Spending Christmas at our daughter and future son-in-law’s. It seems like only yesterday she was blowing out that candle on her first birthday. That was her looking over to Black Tusk on Whistler Mountain in the summer: http://wp.me/p3gSod-nn. “You’ve come a long way baby” as the saying goes. Love you…Dad xxx…