Sunday, December 2, 2012

Lamplight on yellow

leaves in the twilight as we hurried home through the rain, still wondering.





Friday, November 30, 2012

November hallelujah:

(When the light reached their branches it felt like the trees began to sing.)




Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Everyone was drinking coffee


in the living room, but I was caught by the empty table and memories of our laughter.








Saturday, November 3, 2012

Friday, November 2, 2012

I lit the candles in the rain

and she came outside to see what I had gathered and to say a prayer for our lost loves.







Monday, October 29, 2012

Monday, October 15, 2012

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A brief glimpse



that flares up like the flame in a lantern--suddenly brightening the rest of the day.




Friday, October 5, 2012

Sometimes it seems




as if the world throws you a bouquet: a jolting reminder that beauty is not some kind of idea but a recurring gift that shapes the days.




Friday, September 14, 2012




Watching her try to balance on the soccer ball reminded me of my own attempts this week to stay upright as things kept changing, and I'm drawn to her fierce concentration and the one drop of sweat hanging in the middle of her forehead like a crystal bindi.




Friday, September 7, 2012

Lush :


this tangle of flowers and weeds is home to the crickets that fill our nights with a wild thrumming.




Saturday, August 25, 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Friday, August 10, 2012

We kept looking for river otters

 and, one morning, we saw them swim to the little island right across from our campsite.




Thursday, August 9, 2012

Whenever I think about summer,


I seem to think about water: waves in North Carolina, the bright blue green of the river, 
a morning spent in a canoe on the Columbia slough, the uneven shimmer of moon on the sea. 
The slur and rush of water, the humidity in the air back east, the first smell of the sea 
when I open the car door and push out into the wind, the perfection of finding 
a break in the riverbank--a place to finally step into the water.




Saturday, August 4, 2012

Missing the Atlantic


and the summer is speeding by me.  Yet, last night I sat outside with a friend and the wind was warm and the stars came out and the hours slowed down and opened outward. 




Friday, July 27, 2012

Summer, incidentally:

















Sometimes the summer seems like a series of glimpses, incidental but glowing.  I keep on gathering them, put them in the box under the bed---saving them for a day when I need to see the long spangled summer days again.




Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Already nostalgic

for dusk at the beach, even though this was only a couple of weeks ago.





Friday, July 13, 2012

Cherries:


The world is not just beautiful--she is also open-handed and quick to give everything away.







Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Last night on the farm

and an hour of magic with the girls out in the pasture, both human and equine.




Saturday, June 30, 2012

Friday, June 29, 2012

Quiet

except for the whirr and clamor of bugs and birds in the tall grasses.







Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Swirl of foam,

unpredictable waves, cousins holding hands in the middle of a summer sea.