How Is It That the Snow

How Is It That the Snow How is it that the snow amplifies the silence, slathers the black bark on limbs, heaps along the brush rows? Some deer have …

Sibling Assignment #146: "Travel Without Traveling"

I gave the next series of sibling assignments which were taken from the book Visual Poetry by Chris Orwig. "Travel Without Traveling" Witho…

Top Ten Reasons Why Frigid Weather Is A Good Thing

10. I discovered you can make hummingbird slushies in the feeder I forgot to empty in the fall. 9. It makes the hot morning coffee taste better.  8. I…

A Few Reasons I Thought Spring Was Coming

I saw a robin last week. I hope he had a parka hidden away for the snowfall we had last night. The hummingbird nectar that should have been dumped i…

This is Your Hand

You Begin You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost the shape of an eye. This is you…

Variations on a Theme: Words

I have always been a collector of words. I remember when I was in junior high I would read quotes and poems I liked and type them on my mom's old…

There Is Always Beauty

 home now In the first blog post I created back in 2007 I wrote about the four seasons of the Inland Empire. When I was younger I always dreaded this…

Faceless Portraits Part 2

I am still experimenting with Faceless Portraits, but this series has a focus below the waist. It was interesting what my camera captured today as …

Blog Anniversary #4

On February 17, 2007 I did my first post on this blog. I created a post about the four seasons of the Inland Empire. After that first post I never l…

Annie: My Own Brown Eyes

BROWN EYES In early youth I made a vow That if to Cupid I should bow, The one for whom he aimed the dart At my desired, unclaimed heart, Must have br…

Found Art: Hearts

As I toured around with my camera yesterday I searched for hearts and created a few new ones also.  Happy Valentine's Day early!