Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
There are times when the planets align allowing a rendezvous with an individual who opens your eyes to the brilliance of the human mind. Someone who teaches the simplicity of a humane act, guiding you on a path of redemption from the rudderless existential furrow you currently plough. A person whose every word you hang on,... Continue Reading →
Looking through my mum's dining room windows outside an uncharacteristic, almost dream like, serenity plays out in front of me. Bereft of breeze and the usual noise from nearby house builders and coyote howl, it appears life in East Ardsley has been placed on pause. This scene instilling thoughts I've stepped into an art house... Continue Reading →