Stopping to smell the flowers

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

I rushed to the grocery store for a few things before the kids got home, skipping aisles to avoid wasted time. Loaded the bags in the car and hopped in the driver’s seat before I noticed them: flower pots everywhere. If I don’t have time to photograph the flowers, I decided. then something is wrong […]

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.

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

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

Skies Ablush

February 13, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Back Seat Only

I can’t remember a timewhen elegance chose meto sit in the front seatride along in style She’d be clad in whiteand I’m ever too messycan’t control myselfmight tarnish the upholstery She’d want to go shoppingrings and jewels flashinglike Pretty Womanafter the haul I’m second-handtypically slink in and outgrabbing what I need and goinglest anyone see […]

Having a Why

(This is found poem, previously posted on OneWoman’s Quest II)

Over It!

One day it’s so mild that I don’t bother with a coat, the next we wake up to snow on the ground. The plants pushing up through the soil seem a little more patient than me – as if they are humouring nature’s fickleness. I’m ready for clear change. A pair of finches just flew […]