Reflecting

I look like I know what I’m doing. Black rubber-encased camera with a custom-made neck strap; a 55-200mm zoom expertly twisted into place; long hair expertly encased in a black ball cap; capped off by a tan field vest with its many pockets filled with prime lenses, filters, and batteries – I am the very…

Love letters

Before Internet, before email, they wrote love letters to each other. She tied them with a red ribbon, secreting them away in the rafters of the attic so they wouldn’t scandalize their children. A little Trifecta lagniappe, or a Trifextra, for the weekend. A love story challenge, written in only 33 words. Backstory: my husband…

Week 4: 365 Project

This week was better for me getting more dedicated photos, but there were a couple of days where it got to be 7, 8 at night and I’m scrambling to find something to use to take a picture. No theme this time, but I have been thinking about a few more weekly shots. I want…

A worthy life

Nestled among pines ‘Neath a shroud of fragrant leaves Rest in peace good friend Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. Surrounding a small, rustic chapel in the woods, a pet cemetery spreads out under the pines. Handmade markers, bearing the names of beloved dogs, cats, birds, rabbits, turtles, pay homage to these animal…

Icarus

Breaking the bounds of earth, I soar above the eagles and angels. True freedom, untethered and alive. Reaching ever upward, I touch the face of the sun. The wind rushing in my ears, I skim mountain tops, scooping fists full of virgin snow to slate my parched throat. The ripest, sweetest fruit from the highest…

My hands are my work

My hands are my work. I like to think of myself as a writer and photographer of some worth (I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m realistic about my level of talent). Without functional use of my hands, those two tasks become immeasurable difficult. A week before Christmas I started having ‘issues’ with my right hand.…