Fallen limbs and pathless woodsno obstacle for a wild childleft to her own devices,searching for a self. Only with age, and sproutingcurves, did I learn to be afraidof shadows, that the woodsequated with wolves and lurking And that abandoned placeshouse evil – held captive therejust this side of adolescence – lost all that innocence gifts […]
While fishing with our granddaughter down by the falls, we are joined by an osprey, also looking for a catch. None of us has any luck, and the osprey moves on. We decide to follow him back to the nest. Mom and babies are in residence when we arrive, and after a bit of observation […]
As the temperature rises we are drawn to nearby shores, for a patio lunch overlooking the water. Merely observers now – the sun a threat to aging skin, and the sand too difficult to navigate – we are content to people watch. Impossible to capture the entirety of our view in one shot, so I […]
Protested 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 […]
Shadows stalk our conversations, Mother and I. It’s not so much what is said, but what hovers between the lines spoken. Fear stalks her – death so close – and I sidestep darkness. It’s an illusion, of course, this thought that we can think ourselves well, or avoid pain by focusing only on the light. […]
Fifth, as in wheel, an uncomfortable count,more than two, definitely a crowd… A table for two, or even for four, but five?well that seems to be a viewing gallery… For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Five + items.
Great 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 […]
A trip to the river never fails to surprise –this dog with life-jacket caught my eyes. Ready, he was, to set off downstream,happily dependent on his human team. (Lens-Artists have left their weekly challenge open – the perfect chance to share this sweet photo story with you.)
Post marital disruption, I would go to the river every day, say a prayer for guidance, power walk off the stress, and then sit in quiet contemplation facing the water. My son referred to it as “Mom finding inner peace.” Power walking is a thing of the past, and every day is no longer doable, […]