Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Why do I turn away? Centerpiece of this bright day, A Far Hills fete: “The Steeple Chase”. Autumn brilliance sets the stage: Whilst grassy-tracked steeds sling muddy sod, Orange-framed oval, strewn with spectators. Trumpet’s blare calls to all: “ta ra ta da”! I focus… Continue Reading “Chasing the Steeple”