Rain has been threatening all morning, but I’m anxious to get outside, so the compromise is to drive to the end of the street and see if anything is happening. An osprey is on the ground in the middle of the parking lot. Rolling down the window, I snap some photos. The bird doesn’t budge, […]
This crumbling foundationa testament to character –hard battles fought and won. I built fences, long ago –tried to bury my fallaciesbut all that decays, too Structures either maintain or not,but life continues, a constant flowlike a river, softens our perspectives. (Images for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: texture. Words penned for my ‘wild card’ challenge, my […]
We reach out; we reach up; we reach back. Such was the topic of this week’s challenge. Often, in my past, reaching equated with grasping – fear clouding common sense, and even hope. In recent years, I have had to learn the importance of reaching out, having lost so much independence through illness. I am […]
A coyote emerges from the brush and crosses our path in a blur, his powerful limbs plowing through the watery fields as he disappears as fast as he’s come. “He’s on a mission,” Ric laughs. I am sorry I missed the shot – hadn’t expected to see anything this early into our sojourn. Today, we […]
The travel angels saw me home safely, even ensuring I had a whole row of seats to myself on the flight – a gift to someone wary of germs and overpowering scents. The excitement of being back on the canal and immersed in milder temperatures overrides this total exhaustion. I slept on and off for […]
A month of dating two different men was driving me crazy – not in my nature. I gave myself a deadline. Choose one or neither by September 1st. I hadn’t heard from Ric in days, but my time with John was heating up. Although younger than me, our wits and sense of humour […]
Art is an act of intentional attention. The poet invites the senses, observes the flow and twist of words, injects emotion, insight. The painter studies colours, the nuance of shadows, looks for focus and textures, creates a tone. The musician listens, attends to harmonies, gathers rhythms and composes. The photographer selects details, alters the lens, […]
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest: Jilted by a philandering husband and defrauded out of my share of the assets, I made a convincing victim. “You are righteously angry,” a friend counselled. Perhaps so, but something niggled at me. “A man does not stray unless there is a reason,” someone said, and I felt…