November Moon
Photographed above our home, Thursday, Nov. 6, 7:40 pm
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
Photographed above our home, Thursday, Nov. 6, 7:40 pm
Read MoreThe woman in the video I’m watching says that she is in support of the cuts to Medicaid, claiming that she has been paying for healthcare for illegals. I cringe. There is so much wrong with this statement, but the point that strikes me the deepest is the lack of humanity. I don’t know how […]
Read MoreTwo perspectives of the same barn and silos before an Autumn storm.
Read MoreHalloween brings out our shadow sides – a chance to express those hidden fears and quiet thoughts. Working with AI, I have brought some of my self-portraits to life, creating 3-D monsters which bring to mind the song “I’m a Creep” by Radiohead. “But I’m a creepI’m a weirdoWhat the hell am I doing here?I […]
Read MoreCapturing the tail end of Autumn on a recent drive to town. The clouds never cease to mesmerize me.
Read MoreOur home, with all its windows and light, seems to be a good host for orchids. Here are a few of our plants.
Read MoreWhat times we are living in. One for the history books for sure, as 7 million people took to the streets yesterday in support of the No Kings protest. As an outsider (Canadian), I am pleased to see my neighbours take action, peacefully, to oppose what is happening at a governmental level. I cannot imagine […]
Read MoreI’ve started a second TikTok account just for the exploration of dreams. (@DreamCrone). It had 600 followers and lively discussion up until 2 weeks ago. Then I decided to lead my followers through an exercise examining the power of symbolism. I used my dream as an example. The exercise requires telling the dream aloud, using […]
Read MoreThere’s a rucus at the feeders and I look out to see several finches lined up and looking towards their favourite lunch spot. The pecking order has been disrupted… Do you think I could scare him off? Not a chance.
Read MoreI’ve been writing poetry since I was nine. I was hooked at an early age by the ability to turn daffodils into yellow crowns, and to compare fog to a cat. In illness and troubled times, poetry is a therapeutic outlet. In joyous times, a celebration. The magic comes, when I pull out an old […]
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