she could wear a dress
her mother stitched
for her thirteenth birthday
or a maroon scarf
she salvaged from a chest
in the locked attic
poetry: writing
poetry: reflection
i went outside to find
something pretty
to capture
with my lens
but ended up
finding myself
inside my kitchen
*64/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
poetry: graveled heart
Photography: Sunflowers Instead of the Moon
This last full moon was fantastic, or so I’ve been told. I’ve been struggling lately to greet the moon. It’s no secret I’m having hip issues, so the end of days are kind of hard for me. So, instead of full moon photos, I hope you’ll indulge me with these sunflowers and the farms around the area.
I’ve been photographing people so much lately, it felt good to chase some bees around. Let me know what you think and if you have a favorite image.
Continue readingpoetry: cup of haikus
Women Are…
“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”
—Vincent van Gogh
“Being different isn’t a bad thing. It means you are brave enough to be yourself.”
—Tigger
For the month of August, I’m lucky to have two wonderful women to share with you—Anna and Bella. I photographed this mother/daughter pair during sunset at Dillon Beach. They had this fun idea to be old fishermen, and I absolutely loved it!
Continue readingpoetry: shadow
i, who elements shape
find myself fault lined
crackling scorched earth
barbed wired veins
mirage burned horizon
marrow splitting
ocean starved
teetering here—
shadow upon dirt
catching the wind
*61/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
poetry: missed focus
it almost rained yesterday
on the house we almost bought
with money we almost had
where flowers choked the hallways
and words swung from the ceiling
where labyrinthine cats uncoiled
through endless open doors
—but it sprinkled instead
poetry: dream cat
you used to come mewing
whenever i stepped outside—
a neighbor’s cat
who claimed my space
