Tuesday, February 25, 2014

window pinks


 I've been playing with a new camera (a gift from my baby brother, with a note attached that read, "You need a distraction… take more bird pictures." How can you not adore a brother like that?) Since all things newly electronic give me a headache, I waited until my daughter took the plunge and set it up for me, and I've been gingerly dipping my toes into the settings and playing with the AMAZING zoom (hence the instruction to take more bird pictures.)

I realize THESE aren't photos of birds. Perhaps you've also realized this. They ARE a distraction, nonetheless, and that is always welcome when one's body is screaming for attention and you've done all you can to tend to it and it just needs to have a time out for a while.

Some of these photos have a charming faded look. This is due to the dirt on my windows and not any fancy camera work. It pays to be lazy, sometimes.




Monday, February 17, 2014

connection


tendrils so fragile,
yet how bravely they reach out
to find each other


"I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria,
who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person.
But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really."
― Tennessee Williams



Tuesday, February 11, 2014

some incongruous reds for valentine's day



i know, i know. it's not valentine's day, yet.


but february seems like a good time for the color red, don't you think?



and red, plus the beach, is even better (see, this seaweed is the incongruous part.)


i'm cheating with the flower photos, you know. these are from last spring. right now the only color in my garden is green (except for the wind chimes), but i guess that's a whole lot better than that white, cold stuff most of you are seeing in your part of the world…



Saturday, February 1, 2014

mum's the word


my shadow self peeks
at my child self.
child self looks back,
not comprehending all the years
that followed after five.
her eyes see only
a baby brother, born that year,
and a broken arm (and the favorite dress,
lost to the surgeon's scissors)
and the roller skates mom threw away
to keep her safe.
she thinks that's the worst she'll ever suffer.
she thinks that's the most
she'll ever love, or lose.
my shadow self knows different,
but she's not telling.