Softened

February 24, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge which this week challenges us to soften our images.

Discovery

February 22, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Arched

February 19, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Arches, Domes, Half Circles

Hawks

February 17, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Our multiple bird feeders provide viewing pleasure for us indoor voyeurs, and they attract a number of predators – also interesting, but perhaps not for the little ones. Apart from the hawks, we have recently spotted a fox wandering through. Haven’t been able to capture a photo yet.

Blame

February 15, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Keep Going

February 13, 2023.Reading time 2 minutes.

Lesia, our Ukrainian guest, wanted to take up knitting again after a career too busy for hobbies. So, Ric bought both of us needles and wool for Christmas and my neighbour offered to hold a knitting circle where we could learn and practice English. Lesia was miles ahead of me from the start, her patience […]

Monochrome Shadows and Reflection

February 10, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I know I’ve posted it before, but this monochrome image of the river in Winter still inspires me: For Lens-Artisits Photo Challenge: Shadows and Reflections in Monochrome

Life Companions

February 8, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Morning View

February 5, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

“How long will it snow, VJ?” our Ukrainian roomie asked the other day, while we were driving through a snow squall. “April”, I answered. She thought is was very funny. It’s not April yet. Weekend Sky

I Got the Message

February 3, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Not sure if it is evident, but the last photo is at gravesite. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: messages

The Car Crash

That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]

Empty Surges

Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.

Hurricane

Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.