Weekend Sky

May 15, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Okay, it’s not this weekend; it’s an April sky. Weekend Sky

Light and Shadow

May 9, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: light and shadow, the original photograph, and then an altered version.

New Life On the Farm

April 15, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Curves

March 25, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

In nature and art, curves are eye-catchers: For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: curves.

On Solitude

March 21, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

My photos, someone else’s quotations. For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge: photos and quotes.

Just One (of each)

March 6, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

One flower, one fawn, for Cee’s Black & White challenge: Just one of anything.

Last Shot At February

March 4, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Bushboy’s Last on the Card challenge: February 2022

Longing for a Sky

February 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Grey defines the snowy days; the landscape melding into an endless haze. Weekend Sky

Goldeneyes In Town

February 25, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Emerging from Winter’s withdrawal, with camera in hand, I manage to catch a few Goldeneye ducks at the river. A positive sign.

Morning Streaks

February 20, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Imagine

If we could lift understandingto indigenous teachingsexpand our loveto earth, sky, and seaMake personal gain tabooand Ancients a weigh point If we could witness the mountainsslow floating across the skyand touch the dolphin’s soulanxiously swimmingwhere tuna are netted Would we cower at our insignificanceor move forward, learning to acceptthat all of life is deeply woveninto […]

Dear Child

I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]

Re-de-fine-d

Ask me how I’m doingand I’ll say “fine”, notbecause I’m actually fine,but because “fine” is the onlysocially acceptable response. If I said that I have been lyinghere, for three hours now,willing my body to move,that would elicit unsolicitedadvice and tarnish my “fine”. I’d berate myself for breakingmy promise not to moan,knowing that complainingprovokes a compulsive […]