Born to Fly
These eyes aren’t the only things soaring with delight; Popolina’s entire being seems to be. I named her Popolina, she looks like one to me. If we only had a sliver of her delight, if only we remembered we were … Continue reading
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Uncovered and Overdue
This song came up on my playlist the other day. Lots of old patterns surfacing and playing out alongside Aries New Moon. If I had a coin for every time I heard his “never again” (oh for the purpose of … Continue reading
One with the Breeze
I had a caption for this. It was crafty. I thought to myself, I ought to write it down. I didn’t. I forgot what the small voice whispered to me. But my vibrant artist has sketched a few of these. … Continue reading
Time, Cherished Time
Creating opportunities in intervals has been my motto for almost two decades now. I haven’t had a whole lot of intervals to myself during those times, although cherished, not much alone time. So while my schedule hasn’t been mine for … Continue reading
Letting Go
These crimson drops, a momento of yet another transitional flash in this life cycle, have speckled this verdant swath like the first hearten strokes on canvas. The Maker already knows the final image, but His beloved children wait to see … Continue reading
Sophos = clever, skillful, wise
I’m never crazy about getting behind the other side of the lens but when a gig relies on a snapshot…ready or not with only a few minutes left until dusk, I called it a day with this one. Taken from … Continue reading
Uniformed and Equipped
to march into the holidays. While downloading and saving these photos, I was mystified by Baby Bear’s expression and gate and how it resembled Girl with Pigtails. It is said we find influences and copy them. Since the cold front, … Continue reading
Street Art
Brilliant yellow, flaming orange and rusty reds…what’s that azure? It’s a high-spirited surprise to break up our usual nostalgia of these late fall hues as we make strides on foot and our mini wheels. I imagine this street art was … Continue reading
“Ena,”
little bear requests with her woeful look and her index finger pointing up. She has it down alright. Her averted and sorrowful eyes, head tilted to one side and her usual cheery brim turned upside down to almost a pout. … Continue reading
Maribel the Amazing!
Amazing because her position was the heartbeat of the office constantly bombarded with a barrage of random tasks (the harder they hit, the harder she worked without complaint) and pulled everything off magnificently. So it is with illustrious pleasure to … Continue reading
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