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Teaching and Learning

Recently I’ve been thinking about how much I am learning about photography (and about life) because I am teaching a photography class. Each week I think about and search for ideas that will challenge and interest my students. At the same time I usually discover that I am challenged and Read more…

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By Marilyn, 1 year ago

What Remains

It’s an ordinary day in my very ordinary life—no excitements. There is no place I need to go, nothing that I must do. I find myself basking in the light of this ordinary day and finding things to love about What Remains as I let go any shoulds, woulds, or Read more…

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By Marilyn, 1 year ago

Make a Joyful Noise

The sun is shining and the snow that fell for several days is beginning to melt despite the cold temperatures outside. The angle of the sun this time of year has power! I had a recurrence of vertigo last night. Every once in a while my balance goes wonky so Read more…

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By Marilyn, 1 year ago

Extraordinary and Beautiful

  It’s March and that means that I can find bunches of ranunculus flowers at some of the local markets. They are one of my favorite flowers, full of layers and layers of papery textured leaves and dark textured centers. I find them both Extraordinary and Beautiful in all stages Read more…

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By Marilyn, 1 year ago

Benediction

I discovered a poem by Mary Oliver this morning that I’d never read before and it felt like a Benediction this damp gray unusual February day. White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, Read more…

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