Last night I dreamed that I was in Sopot walking in a park. A large stone lay in the shade of the old trees. I saw that someone had carved a comfortable seat into it. But the most surprising sight was the two-dimensional copper contour of my favorite four heroes...
When taking high-resolution photos of Christa’s illustrations for The Spirit Journey, I noticed that old strips in Wieczór Wybrzeża differ slightly from Egmont’s albums. I understand that those subtleties will not be that important for an average collector...
“Day 42. After paddling all day I spotted several caribou crossing the river. They take no notice of me, then upon reaching the other shore, they disappear into thick vegetation. By late evening I hear loud barking and spot several Huskies peering at me from the...
Congratulations! You’ve made it to the next part of The Spirit Journey. Whew! Now we enter “the heart” of our stor In writing A Portal to the Spirit World, my intention has been to stay true to my real life adventures. Sometimes these memories have been disturbing,...
The young boy pays no attention to the screeching seagulls overhead, while he digs for gold on the Baltic shoreline. Jack London’s stories of prospectors are what is on his mind. The boy is certain that at any moment, gold dust will appear on his shovel.... 