I’m a darkly whimsical troubador
Born and raised in the shadow of purple majesties, schooled and educated next to fields of amber and tall green stalks.
I’ve got a punk rock soul
threaded into my folk heart
And that is the beat of my writing.
There is nowhere I won’t wander,
no busker I won’t pay–
tribute to the minstrels
that started it all.
“Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”– Duke Orsino
**Not all the images of this blog are my own, If I could find the artist/designer for all of them, I would and attribute their work to them. If you find an image of yours please let me know and I’ll give credit where it is due** My contribution here is the words, and the feelings.