This spring has been kind of a blur, and I cannot remember if I told you about the wood ducks! That, up there, is... Read More
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… on focal point(s)
Spring took it’s sweet and flowery time arriving on our fingerling peninsula here in Maine, and I don’t want to say that it made... Read More
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… on grief, the invitation
I opened the front door slowly After knockings barely heard No one stood there on the porch No one said a word My gaze... Read More
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… on gardening in the shade
That’s a hellebore. They are funky and strangely mysterious and I love them. Here are some more… Very cool. There are oodles of myths... Read More
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… on what she feels
I took this photo of Blaze a little while ago. I’d been looking at her, trying to look into her. What do you know?... Read More
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… on an awakening
There is something wondrously cool about Wait. Just to be all kinds of honest and authentic, that – up there ^ – is not... Read More
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… on being in it together
The greys, the blacks, the blues, the reds They land amongst my flower beds All covered now, with mounds of white A singing songing... Read More
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… on the flight attendant
That’s me. No, not in the pic. The pic was actually taken the other day, of my favorite little harbor in Maine, Cosy Harbor... Read More
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… on loons and kurt vonnegut
Oh, I know. Loon-atic. I spotted that guy from the window yesterday afternoon as the sun was sinking to the bottom of the sky.... Read More
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… on the peace of the present
I took this pic in the pink light of early this morning. It’s not a perfect shot of the dove’s head, but that was... Read More
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… on insta-dad
I’m not even going to try to cutely ease into this one. JoHn* is on Instagram. No, no. It’s tragic. Like, for me. For... Read More
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… on looking up
When the writer Anne Lamott was 48 hours away from becoming sixty-one years old, she wrote down “every single thing I know as of... Read More