Isn't it self explanatory?
A year ago I stood at the scrolled ironwork fence at the edge of the Horseshoe Falls in Niagara Falls, Ontario and took a photo. We were just returning from a trip to visit family in Michigan and, like clockwork, I'd picked up some sort of virus and was sick in a way I hope… Continue reading Something old, something new
We all have our quirks, our strange desires, our unexplainable fixations. Maybe yours include miniature donkeys, red race cars, old marbles, antique spoons, smooth sticks, felted bowls, comic books, spools. One of mine is yaks. Don't ask me why. They just fascinate me. For a small while I entertained the fantasy of adding a yak… Continue reading 52 Photos – A present someone gave me
I think we can all agree that this winter has been long by any measure. Even this week, when the days are noticeably elongated by extra minutes of daylight, the overnight temperatures keep plunging down below -10ยบ F. The alternating daytime sunshine followed by nighttime freezes has glazed the snow with a sparkling layer that… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Where people gather
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This photo is in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.
Did I have a song in my head this week? Of course, I did... http://youtu.be/1NIz0IrpmX4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These photos and post are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here.… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Hearts
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine. --The Indigo Girls, "Closer to Fine"… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Crooked line
I made him a pie for his birthday. Because he prefers pie to cake. And can you blame him? He who was born at the tail end of September in the Northern Hemisphere and all around are perfect apples begging to become pie. The best apples for pie, in our opinion, are Golden Russets, but… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ In the circle
I don't look at faces. I make eye contact with hands. I see their shape, their texture, their color, their size. Their wrinkles, freckles, knuckles, nails. I'm wary of hands, but attracted to hands. My own hands never measure up to the hands I wish I had. When I was a little girl, I tried… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ In my hands
An ordinary Friday morning and I go out to the barn to feed the goats and do the morning check. Everything is as it always is, or, at least, as it has been since the babies were born. And then I notice little Doris, looking, well... poofy. She's puffed up and her fur is sticking… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Stripes
