I don’t know about you, but I’ve always loved flowers best just before their petals fall … It’s as if, in the final days of their existence, they decide — at last — to open fearlessly wide, in the most elegant disarray. They hide nothing. Hold nothing back … And then they’re gone. Today, […]
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wonderlust…
I don’t know why, but lately my eyes and my heart have been restless. The old haunts that used to be such good places for snapping photos and dreaming? The woods? The river? The mountain trails I love? Now they feel worn-out, matted down. Tracked over by too many footprints. Maybe it’s all the […]
signs of spring …
The green begins slow, like someone waking up after a long nap. It spreads subtly across the forest at first: the tiniest leaves spangling the understory. But then the grass on the lawn grows long. The wood moss puts out furry wands tipped with tiny capsules of new life. As for me, I go out […]
Speechless
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]
Coming Out of the Quiet
It’s been awhile since you saw my words here — almost a month since my last post. In real life, I’ve been busy … sometimes even frantic. But in this space I’ve let the silence fall like a curtain, heavy and thick. I needed that silence. On the heels of my last series — Same […]
Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital: Day Nineteen
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * If you’ve been around here for awhile, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t usually shoot photographs in […]
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