Last of March

April 2, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Last of March, camera and cell photos for Bushboy’s challenge.

Snippets From a Life

April 1, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Looks as if Ric is facing another surgery. We’ll know by the 13th, if not sooner. Meanwhile, my own illness is flaring, and the new treatment is causing severe nausea and other complications. Thank goodness for my camera, which takes me out of myself, if only for a moment. Here are a few snippets of […]

A Treasured Moment

March 16, 2021.Reading time 1 minute.

Winter of 2018. I am just regaining my legs after three years bedbound. Ric, forever the problem solver, proposes that we put wheels on the bedroom and drive south. Doctors write me a report to accompany our journey, and we head out in November. It’s a struggle at first and I’m doubting my ability to […]

Canadian Couple

March 5, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: pairs

Branches

March 4, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Midweek Madness: Closeup or macro

Soft

March 3, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A finch catching snowflakes, a deer running through new fallen snow, soft pink flowers to brighten our day. (For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: soft)

Last for February

March 2, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Last cell pic (flowers) and last on camera for February for Bushboy’s challenge.

‘D’ Bird

February 6, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Downy Woodpecker, Morning Doves, Mallard Ducks. Bird Weekly challenge: birds that start with letter d.

Winter/Summer Closeups

February 4, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: closeups or macro.

Farewell to January

February 2, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Bushboy’s Last on the Card January – camera and iPhone – no editing)

Monday Mood: unmotivated

I’ve been pushing and pushing and I’ve hit an impasse. Luckily, I booked myself a reflexology treatment for this morning, so I can lean into the feeling and melt. The sky, mirroring my mood, is a big grey blob. Hopefully, the clouds and this lethargy will disperse later.

The River

There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]