Downy Woodpecker

Frenetic movement just outside my window alerted me that I had company. Parked along the river, I was searching for the young eagle, and equally as delighted to find a Downy Woodpecker in close proximity. Too busy with his task to notice me, he kept up his antics and I took advantage of the situation. […]

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Old, New, Borrowed, Blue

The old church window juxtaposed with a modern-day traffic light. A blue swing chair that I wouldn’t mind borrowing, and a borrowed perch while the driver is at lunch: None of these things suitable for the traditional sense of the rhyme, but fun all the same. (For Lens-Artists Challenge: Something new, old, borrowed, blue.)

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Historic…

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

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Peony

Unabashedlyshe blooms, exerts her colour –prideful peony. (For Cee’s Flower of the day.)

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Mother Willow

Twisted arms, Willow’swelcome – cross child’s refuge,Mother Nature’s balm. There is magic in a Willow’s presence – so many hours spent, hidden in her arms as a child. Even today, the sight of a willow pulls on my heart. Just one of Nature’s many blessings. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: trees; and RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: […]

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Still Life (Sort Of)

The stillness of a peachis ripe with juicy promise a whisper not heldwithin a child’s toy and yet a child findsa fragrance of her own and what among usis not still life, untilmind and emotionmeets us, compelsmovement? (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: Still Life)

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A Caption for Reena

“Honey, I think I might know who has been stalking us.” Reena’s Exploration challenge this week asks us to caption the photo.

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I Believe…Sort of…

“No matter what your religious affiliation, your relationship with God the Father, is directly representative of your relationship to small ‘f’ father.” Although I am paraphrasing here, the words from Joan Borysenko rang true. The workshop was entitled “The Heart of the Healer”. Borysenko was challenging us to examine our beliefs. My father was intolerant, […]

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Garden

Il faut cultiver notre jardin. – Voltaire There is self to be foundin the planting of seeds,the art of nurturing,the glory of growth. Whether we carefully lay a bed,or hang our intentions for all to see,even roadside blooms assert meaning –that beauty belongs to us all. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: gardens)

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