Good Morning

August 29, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A rare early morning glimpse from the riverside.

Two Hues

August 28, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: basically two colours.

Children in Motion

August 19, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Backyard BBQs and picnics in the park – perfect ways to build community. The children benefit the most, I’d say. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: motion

Moments

August 12, 2022.Reading time 1 minute.

The trips along the river have decreased, replaced by ongoing texts and emails. A family of cardinals, newly hatched, line our windowsills, their curiosity endearing, yet; my camera remains on the desk. My health has taken a plunge – not unexpected, but despairing. I’ve been locked away inside fighting the sludge. August the 23rd, our […]

Summer Vibes

July 18, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Lush, thick greenery of the riverside. The cool, calm water. Ice cream and two wheels. Summer vibes! (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Summer Vibes)

Park Memories

January 24, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge is to pick a topic from her photo. I found these old pictures of a nearby park.

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

July 7, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(Lens-artists Photo Challenge: on the water.)

Clouds En Route

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

Weekend Sky

Wordless Wednesday

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

Winter/Summer Closeups

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

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

Discord

Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]

Save Us

Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)

I Am Willow

These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)