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For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: stacks
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: stacks
Read MoreFor Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week challenge: texture
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Read MoreThe 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)
Read MoreThanks goodness for camera bursts that capture movement. Pretty sure neither girl can hold these poses. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: timing is everything.
Read MoreA photo of my favourite flowers revealed that I wasn’t the only one enjoying these beauties. Can you spot the butterfly wings? Came upon this old car, complete with costumed actors, film crew, and security. Murdoch Mysteries playing out in our little town. A protective arm from a big sister, who only moments ago had […]
Read MoreA tree swallow twisting for a scratch – oh how I wish I could do that. Roadside, tree branches twist and bend to avoid traffic – that I feel like I do all the time, lol. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: twisted)
Read MoreProtested pink, as a child,associated, as it was, with all things weak –or so I perceived. A new generation redefinesthe contours of pink –adds edges and functiona statement of empowerment Now, I adopt the shade,insert pink in place of blue,transform expression –celebrate pink’s invention. (Inspired by Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: shades of […]
Read MoreGreat Grandma (my mom) lives on at 92. Her grandchildren and great-grandchildren adore her. I never knew my grandfathers – both having died the year before my birth. I remember my grandmothers, and was particularly close with one until she died when I was eleven. I still have her last letter to me. My other […]
Read MoreAfter dinner, we drive the backroads and end up at the flats, behind the falls. A bench becomes our front row seat to the evening river view. A beaver or muskrat swims by and follows a second river away from the falls. I try to catch him, but only capture ripples and a reflection of […]
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