Behind

June 21, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I do, sometimes, think of what is behind a photo I’m about to take. Like these wildflowers, blowing in the breeze, the blue of the river adding to the scene. Or the mystery object beyond the grasses. Flowers for Mom. The blurred backdrop lending context. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Behind

Last for May

June 2, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Two heart warming visits – one feathered, one curly-topped.

In My Neighbourhood

May 24, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Duck on a downed branch and fields and clouds, for Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: anything with ‘D’ in the word.

No Way

May 10, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Looking for a directionbut the way was blockedthe carefully manicured pathnot for the likes of me Then the snow cameand the tree lined pathbore no tracks of passersbyand I was not brave enough to try So I waited, as the seasons changedbut Spring bought floodingand the way was more treacherous yet –Inside I remain, resigned […]

On the Rocks

April 15, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Our river road runs beside a cement plant, so there is an abundance of rocks. A favourite sleeping place for the local ducks, and a fun playground for the littles.

Road Signs

April 12, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Heavy as the day was –clouds overbearing –the reassurance of signsencouraged progress A closed-in, Earth-standing-stillkind of day – surreal in contrastto global happenings – but cosylike our own little secret. (For Cee’s Which Way challenge

Seasonal Defiance

January 22, 2024.Reading time 1 minute.

Cast my shadow over white banks/ assert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted places / and colour in the monochrome Haunted by a winter state of mind / resolved to stretch despite chill. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: illustrate a favourite quote or poem. Of course, I chose a poem of my own: Seasonal Defiance, originally published […]

Dramatic

January 14, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Outside of the city limits, where trees claim honour as the tallest structures, the sky is always dramatic. No matter my mood, the dramatic contrast of a red cardinal against a tangle of branches always makes me catch my breath. So beautiful. The eldest granddaughter, intent on photo bombing my family shots, helped create this dramatic […]

Red House on the River

January 5, 2024.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I have many photographs of this red house, interested as I am in the river itself, but also the architectural aspects of old homes such as this. Who lives there, I wonder? What an incredible view they have. Ric and I have often dreamed of living at the water’s edge – an ocean, or great lake – […]

These Things are Golden…

December 29, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

The lights of a miniature Christmas village are golden, but what is really golden is this gluten-free chocolate croissant my husband gifted me for the holidays. Yum! For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: silver or gold

Imagine

If we could lift understandingto indigenous teachingsexpand our loveto earth, sky, and seaMake personal gain tabooand Ancients a weigh point If we could witness the mountainsslow floating across the skyand touch the dolphin’s soulanxiously swimmingwhere tuna are netted Would we cower at our insignificanceor move forward, learning to acceptthat all of life is deeply woveninto […]

Dear Child

I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]

Re-de-fine-d

Ask me how I’m doingand I’ll say “fine”, notbecause I’m actually fine,but because “fine” is the onlysocially acceptable response. If I said that I have been lyinghere, for three hours now,willing my body to move,that would elicit unsolicitedadvice and tarnish my “fine”. I’d berate myself for breakingmy promise not to moan,knowing that complainingprovokes a compulsive […]