Tag Archive: Old Mission Peninsula

Plum & Burnt Sienna

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever. – Horace Mann

Whipped Ice

There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us And the Wild is calling, calling…let us go. – Robert Service

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I… Continue reading

Icy Sunlit Spray

It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in… Continue reading

Weather the Storm

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. – Willa Cather