The Way Out

The Way Out

This isn’t the salty body of water that I prefer, but there is something about a flowing river after a downpour. It’s a formidable wildlife wonder to the ocean when it’s not within reach. I’m not sure why I’m drawn … Continue reading

Do What You Gotta Do

Do What You Gotta Do

If I look grimy in this photo it’s because I was. We hit the sandbox, which for the first time since the heat kicked in we had it all to ourselves. After castle building, we lied supine and basked in … Continue reading

Things You Can’t Un-know

Things You Can’t Un-know While I tend to acquire the smell of the Aegean right about now…I’m not getting a whiff of it these days. Instead, I’m materializing an elongated S-shaped basin of an Ocean because from what I know … Continue reading

A Cause Célèbre

These days our windows look as if someone flicked her wrist with a few broad strokes of a chartreuse-tipped paint brush. It’s a heavily wooded view masterly leafing out right about now as the soft pastels of spring emerge overhead. … Continue reading

The Way Out

The Way Out

If you knew me before 2020, it’s time to get reacquainted. You knew season one of me. I’ve ventured into season two and I’m just getting started. I was grimly underfunded, and my writing team suffered from calcified pineal glands. … Continue reading

Golden Reserves

Golden Reserves

I shot this photo a couple months ago. And now that the next season has made herself crystal clear with today feeling like a hazy summer day, I’m placing it into this square now to cool off a bit. Another … Continue reading

The Coming of Ahriman

The Coming of Ahriman

In plain sight, a bouquet of fresh flora intended to forestall the dystopian vision of the future and bountiful fruits to fuel expressions deep into the core of my cells. I will conceivably offer a golden apple to the one … Continue reading

It Takes One

It Takes One

Only one spark to light the room. Just one ember, flickering and illuminating what has been hidden. From that sparkle another and another until a glimmer no longer is a glimmer but a combustion. A spirit in forced confinement can … Continue reading

Homo Luminous

Homo Luminous

Playing on this side of the pane all afternoon with my side kick. In the soil along a craggy creek under a shower of golden light while joint tortfeasors carry on with their egregious choreographed events. Creatures of statute, au … Continue reading

The Event

The Event

I recently learned that these cup-shaped flowers cradle the stigmas from where the spice saffron is harvested…they are now on my to be divinized list and I will be cultivating them into the greenhouse for all year reaping. They have … Continue reading