Interlude

December 19, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

Ah Christmas…the barrage of lists, the constant bustle, my aching legs…. When we have a moment to rest, we celebrate that two Ukrainian families have now successfully flown our nest. We are exhausted but warmed by the knowledge that our family has grown. We’ll be twenty at Christmas – our two families of five, plus […]

Nature in Black and White

December 11, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The natural monotone state of Winter is captured in the first photograph, while I chose black and white for the little wader to emphasize the mood. For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: All about nature.

Photo Shy

December 9, 2022.Reading time 2 minutes.

“Mom, we need photo with you!” This from my emotionally adopted Ukrainian daughter. Her words strike a chord. While I love to be behind the camera lens, I detest having my picture taken. This is unfair to my children, I recently realized. When I’m gone, they’ll have nothing to remember me by. Another Ukrainian family […]

How About You?

December 7, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Trees!

December 4, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Trees over trucks any day. For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: trees or trucks.

Last of November

December 2, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Bushboy’s Last on the Card challenge. Featured image is an iPhone capture. Below is last on my camera:

Chronic Illness

November 30, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Long…

November 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

…lane, fence, and branch for Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge: long items

Prickly and other sensations

November 25, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Lens-Artists challenge: Textures

Crisis

How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]

Winter’s Ruse

Poet’s Quandry

IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)