52 Weeks ~ Choose Your Own Adventure (52/52)

Here we are, at the final photo for my 2012 52-week photo project. The theme for this week was "Choose Your Own Adventure", which the project hosts described as "take a picture of whatever you like". That offers a lot of latitude. A bit too much for me. The truth is, I love having a… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Choose Your Own Adventure (52/52)

52 Weeks ~ Flash Photo (50/52)

We Grow Accustomed to the Dark We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye -- A Moment -- We uncertain step For newness of the night -- Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark -- And meet the… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Flash Photo (50/52)

52 Weeks ~ Family (49/52) and Fire (51/52)

I wanted to write about the great grandmother who bought the menorah (in Poland perhaps?) whose face I never knew about the grandmother who loved us with a wide heart and kept the menorah hidden among other silvery things in the china cabinet so we never saw it there about the mother who, when cleaning… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Family (49/52) and Fire (51/52)

52 Weeks ~ Winter (48/52)

Snow-flakes Out of the bosom of the Air,   Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare,   Over the harvest-fields forsaken,    Silent, and soft, and slow    Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take   Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make   In the… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Winter (48/52)

52 Weeks ~ Feeling Nostalgic (47/52)

In my memory, it's a Saturday, but it probably was a Wednesday or Thursday. Grandma would have cleaned the house earlier week, working alongside the hired house cleaner, Maria, to wash the floors, dust, vacuum, and clean every crevice of the kitchen and bathroom. Maria, who always wears a flower-print, sleeveless cotton dress that exposes… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Feeling Nostalgic (47/52)

52 Weeks ~ Symmetry (46/52)

I've been staring at this picture for a week, and I find I don't have anything to say about symmetry. Symmetry is complete unto itself, beautiful, self-explanatory, and nothing I can say would add clarity. Bridges, too, are beautiful, and perhaps I have more to say about those, but didn't I once before? (Not that… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Symmetry (46/52)