notes from a creative life …
I go down to the river with my camera. The water is slowing to ice but the shoreline is still wet, the grass flecked with drops like diamonds. Maybe tears. I get down on my knees and part the dead rushes, brown tufts, looking for green. I am thinking of a certain kindred spirit, who has been […]
It’s been almost two weeks since I ended my last series, The Secret Messages Project, and if you’re a regular reader (I know that I do, in fact, have a small handful of those now), you might be wondering what happens next. Me, too. So I thought I’d take today to tell you a little […]
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. * Yesterday I park my car downtown, on Franklin, and walk toward Elmwood Park, in a sunlit avenue of […]
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. * I find a new park today — a small one, hugging close to a silver ribbon of […]
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. * Today, as I write this, sleet patters my windows, and the cold moves through the house like […]
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 […]
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. * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]
…I had it already prepared: the words inked on the shiny green undersides of six acuba leaves, with their brilliant gold speckles. I stuck a hand in my pocket and ran a thumb over their leather skins.
Yes. This place. This…
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. I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park. Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]
This post is part of a series. To read more, click here. * I got out of the car and walked down the hill alone, a small wooden box clutched in my left hand. In the last of the day’s light, everything looked like a charcoal sketch: black and white and gray. My heavy fleece-lined […]
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