
Listening to Clouds
Sometimes healing means returning to the same place and listening.
Sometimes healing means returning to the same place and listening.
What was that thing in the middle of the field? A dead animal? A blanket? Worse, a baby wrapped in a blanket?
This past Sunday, we marked Groundhog Day, and this year, Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow, so spring is … Read More “Anatomy of a Sunrise 02/02/2020”
“There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story,” wrote English humorist … Read More “Anatomy of a Sunrise: 1/12/2020”
This weekend, Adrienne and I are marking our 15th anniversary, traditionally celebrated with all things crystal. One thing crystal clear … Read More “Take Me Home”
Did clouds really get in my way? On Saturday, September 14, I posted two photos on Facebook with the caption, … Read More “Sunrise 9/14/19”
What makes a photograph good? Its use of color, composition, lighting, technical quality, impact, creativity, the story it tells? I … Read More “Sunrise 6/30/19”
“The sunrise view” — that’s the formal name of the featured image in this post which is an x-ray of … Read More “The Knee Also Rises”
Ever perfunctorily greet and walk past a stranger at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning who then yells after you, … Read More “Little Lighthouses”
“Life is a great surprise,” said Vladimir Nabokov, “I do not see why death should not be an even greater … Read More “Ignite 2/1/19”