February Photo A Day Thanks for playing along with the February photos. They allowed me to feel like I was doing a bit of creative work when every part of me wished to be creative but time seemed very slippery. I missed a few photos this month, not because I failed to post, but, because I often didn’t find the theme inspiring (inside my closet? inside my bathroom cabinet? money? they just seemed strange to me.) But, something I ate? This. I can handle. Let’s face it. Food ins
February Photo A Day When I found this photo to go with the theme, I thought of a quote from A Delicate Balance by Edward Albee. I spent the evening searching for it, endless googling, and then sorting through old journals, so certain I had written it down at some point. But I can’t find it. It’s about the transition from night to morning, what each period of light and dark brings out in ourselves. But I can’t remember which is what or which state brings out a kind of knowin
February Photo A Day This odd exhibit was on display in Laguardia, Spain. The bare feet or the tall boots on the left are my style. I long ago did away with heels. And I’m still not sure how I feel about the ankle boots. Which would you choose?
February Photo A Day I try to be positive on the blog but… The theme was posed. I thought about it. I found the photo. And so it goes. I strongly dislike waiting for the subway. But I really like this platform poster.
February Photo A Day My heart is full this Valentine’s Day. In the past few weeks, since Little O’s birth, family and friends have reached out to our little family with such kindness and love. There have been gifts, notes, texts with colorful emoticons, phone calls, and visits. For me, to know I am loved is always a most surprising gift. And the greatest. I can’t believe that someone I did not know five weeks ago could make my heart swell this much. It reminds me what is poss
February Photo A Day It’s snowing here, again, and we’re watching the world from the window, looking past the huge flakes stuck to the screen as they create a permanent snow-scape. There’s a frantic toe-point ballet of ice at the roof and even the trees seem weary of winter, shaking their limbs free of snow. Here, inside, it’s all blankets and television, hot tea, a baby who smiles in his sleep then cries and fusses in wild frenzied intervals. I’m grateful I have no where I
February Photo A Day This is Plaza Mayor in Laguardia, Spain. It is a fairytale of a place and we sat for many hours watching the people of this village pass through. If I close my eyes, I am there, sipping this wine, feeling that leaning sun, listening to the surprising notes of song.
February Photo A Day Contemplative and half-shadowed. Not quite reflected but reflective. Sometimes colored. Sometimes muted. Sometimes veiled. Against brick. Behind glass. Always wishing to be good, to be kinder, to be brighter, to be alive to the world. Protesting a tendency to wither. Unfurling. Becoming. Happily caught in a moving, storming, windswept swirl.