Thursday, December 31, 2015

little mysteries

little mysteries . . . underneath the fresh fallen crystalline spheres . . .


Wednesday, December 30, 2015

mindful


these words are excerpted from the poem "mindful" 
written by mary oliver

"Everyday
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation."




Monday, December 28, 2015

asking the questions . . . .

asking questions of the water, the air, and the rocks  . . . after all, they've been here a while and have likely sorted out a few things!




Sunday, December 27, 2015

in my mother's garden

late december . . .




Saturday, December 26, 2015

leaning forward . . .

leaning forward . . . into the mystery . . .

Friday, December 25, 2015

Thursday, December 24, 2015

reeds and fog



Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

braided needles

today walking home through the rain . . . each drop . . . each tiny piece of lichen . . . each braided birch needle . . . a story.








Monday, December 21, 2015

open water . . .

moving from mid to late december and there is still open water . . . . such a good metaphor for life . . .



Sunday, December 20, 2015

late afternoon

december . . . a biting wind, snow flurries . . . it feels a little closer to what i would expect . . .


Saturday, December 19, 2015

unperturbed . . .

today on yard duty . . . i saw this dandelion clock . . . it was quivering in a steady, chill breeze . . . i thought of the word "unperturbed" as i took this picture . . .


Friday, December 18, 2015

through a murky eye . . . .

riding in to school this morning bedevilled by a lower intestinal devil-bug that clouded both my mind and my body . . . my legs were like jelly . . . my mind like some sort of phosphorescent jam . . . no matter! i am alive and my life is good ... and getting better . . . .




Thursday, December 17, 2015

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

the two of you . . .

"and we, who always think
of happiness as rising feel the emotion
that almost overwhelms us
whenever a happy thing falls."

rainer maria rilke 
duino elegies: the tenth elegy


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Monday, December 14, 2015

sid the cat

sid spent some time with me on my front porch  . . . .



Sunday, December 13, 2015

my street skyscape at dusk

looking down my street at dusk from the front and the back porch . . . .

Saturday, December 12, 2015

early morning sun

it's been pretty dark and overcast for some time now and i think a dose of s.a.d. has crept into my body and mind so seeing the sun like this on the river was super thrilling!!!


Friday, December 11, 2015

unperturbed



Thursday, December 10, 2015

end of the day

the little lights . . .


Wednesday, December 9, 2015

the sky and the river

the sky and the river reading poetry to each other . . .





Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Monday, December 7, 2015

Sunday, December 6, 2015

december sixth . . .

i miss my dad . . .


Saturday, December 5, 2015

Friday, December 4, 2015

old wires

energy still courses down theses old wires . . . .

Thursday, December 3, 2015

as above, so below dec. 2015

a super glorious filled-with-energy day . . . and the setting-sun-show was pretty fine with very much an "as above, so below" quality about it!