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…
I saw these daisies on my walk this morning and thought that today I would share Two Photos and a Poem About Daisies with you today. Daisies It is possible, I suppose that sometime we will learn everything there is to learn: what the world is, for example, and Read more…
This morning I bought a bouquet of gerbera daisies. While I was trimming their stems one flower head broke off near the top of its stem. I decided to challenge myself to see how many different ways I could photograph A Single Flower blossom. I tried photographing it with back Read more…
In the middle of January on a bright cold day I could worry about so much that is wrong in the world. But today I have decided to Go Out and Sing There is a fresh coating of snow on the ground and only a single set of tracks drawing Read more…
A short post today — a poem by Mary Oliver on The Dance of Life Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it. It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds. The eyelash of lightning is neither Read more…