What was this world where when autumn arrived…
How they harvested, by hand.
How they jammed the jam.
How they hunted the land.
Made wind chimes of bone. 81 more words
I’ve always preferred to do my own thing when it comes to traveling. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been a big fan of crowds or maybe it’s because I’ve been a tour guide and tour director shepherding large groups around. 681 more words
Since becoming interested in the plight of Aboriginal Australians forced into reservations in a country they once owned, I have frequently drawn comparisons with the Native Americans in the US. 404 more words
A major decision for aspiring web developers is what is the best platform to develop on and where is the best place to start. The answer being there is no one right or wrong answer. 290 more words