Tag: river
floating … {a summer scribble}
I lie down on the lake … Hot languid light: Liquid green at my back, and a face full of sky — cielo. See that blue, though —a broken-open huskof heaven. No place to be.Nothing to say.Two palmfuls of cloud… Let’s just lie hereand be still. ❤
Flashback: When a Bridge is a Roadside Cathedral & There’s Water Underneath …
As the month of October draws to a close, so does my little anniversary series, Flashback. All month long, I’ve been interspersing my current work with some of my favorite throwback posts — all in celebration of alpha // whiskey // foxtrot’s one-year anniversary. This is one of two last posts I’ll be sharing with […]
Flashback: Truth, Chalked on a Stone by the Roanoke River
Yesterday’s post has me thinking about the mercy of near-misses, and the grace of second chances. I originally published the following words and the accompanying photograph on January 7, 2015, as part of the Secret Messages Project, and it seemed right to share it with you once more. Wherever you are when you read these words — […]
A Warm, Dry Resting Place, in Hard Rain …
Two weeks ago, it rains. It rains all day, in a solid sheet: hard rain that hammers the earth, needles it in divots… Water fills ditches. Creeks rise. Rivers rise. This is the first day. * On the second day, it rains harder. Water fills basements, pouring through every crack and […]
When the Past is a Pool of Water by the River’s Edge
I scramble down the trail to the ravine, feet sliding on loose rocks, camera balanced on one hip. When I catch my breath, I look up to see what I’ve come for: the river, twisting green in the sun. This is the place I come to when I need to think about the Past — need the sensation […]
It is well with my soul …
…For no other reason than because it’s Summer, and I’m alive and the world is green and every lake is full of sunset and the fireflies kiss the windowpanes at night, bestowing their gold like anointing oil. And oh — my God — that’s enough. ❤
Potomac Creek, Virginia: Back to Black {& White}
I keep coming back to monochrome: I come back to it like Home, over and over again, in spite of my wandering heart: And I know what people say: That color is Real. That black and white is Romantic. I can’t explain it, but I’ve always believed the opposite to be true… (Do you see […]
Potomac Creek, Virginia: Unedited
I am learning, slowly, to let go… To know when to let a thing be… I spent the weekend at my husband’s family home on Potomac Creek. As always, I whiled the hours scuffing up and down the peninsula with my camera, taking in the way the light slicked the water in more colors than I can name: […]
waterwords
i go down into the liquid riverdark: wet. moon-lap leaf-light, white. the river in my mouth and the light in the river– Go on, moongirl: swim.
