Lighten Up and Don’t Look Down
Yes, there’s still ice on the river, but we’re getting there… Geez. It’s April already. Long time, no post. I’m sitting here looking out the window at pussy willows blooming, […]
Yes, there’s still ice on the river, but we’re getting there… Geez. It’s April already. Long time, no post. I’m sitting here looking out the window at pussy willows blooming, […]
Annie Leibovitz These pastels, handmade by the late painter, Georgia O’Keefe, were colored with ingredients found in the local landscape at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. Every day on
Watery memories of summer, sun streaked and showy the texture of perfect loveliness the sea’s desire a kind of praise a creature of summer, herself, rounded and
Yesterday the leaves on the trees were clapping for you the wind all reckless and wild-fresh gusting with imaginings of us, of memories sloughed off with time yet lingering in
We circum-navigate an island hemmed in by the sea Whisked to shore in a frenzy of exploration kelp beds squish and pop underfoot. Old mining camps and lodges left
In our backyard shop-artroom, I am working on a mosaic for our Copper River cabin; a stylized salmon spawning scene that is played out year after year when the reds run aplenty, and
Far off. In a field, I am running toward a river. My dog flailing at my side. Camera slung around my neck; snow crunching under my boots, patches of
Today, as I observed the last leaf struggling to hold onto a twig in my yard, a story came to mind; one I read in childhood and never forgot… a
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