Poet. Writer. Photographer.
The things we edit... When it comes to my photography, editing to me is not perfecting, so I suppose I should call it altering; it is transforming creatively the tone, literarily, though that often comes from color changes, cooling or warming, fading or imbuing, really a canvas with my technology as the brush, though you … Continue reading Dynamic Art
Another fallen blossom...like the ones beforein years passedI photographedand told stories for. Each of these moves mein such profound ways;what's underfoot,what others pass,stops me in my trackswith the silent beautyso profoundly displayed. For a lifetime, I feelI could sit and contemplate,reflect on all the lessonsand secrets it portrays... This is how I knowI'm different, for off … Continue reading A Fallen Blossom At Dawn
Reinvention of the self,a mosaic,from pieces forgedand discovered–some to be polished,painted,others best withthe coatings ofdust and dirt. Have you found yourself? I've been rethinking this concept lately. For me, I have never really been looking for myself but rather my home, that place where I feel completely welcome, where I am already accurately and wholly … Continue reading Clues & Pieces
Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday
I am a champion of dandelions, so when I spotted the first one unseasonably early this year in January, it was meaningful to me. This "winter" along the Gulf Coast has been a wonderland for me despite the absence of snow. Summer flowers refused to fold, autumn arrived in December and passed yet lingers, some … Continue reading First Dandelion
Sunflowers in the sand baffle my preconceived notions, such a traditional earthy flower sprouting alongside the ocean. It draws me in, such an unexpected sight, yellow-bursting heads, mini-suns against the muted, so bold and bright. So many thoughts beyond the beauty begin to orbit in my mind. I am reminded of childhood, … Continue reading Sunflowers in the Sand
I look deeply into my childhood eyes. At 47, I somehow find myself still looking for myself. With major life changes a couple of years ago came a focus on me for the first time. I have been learning about myself, healing myself, growing myself. Extremely low self-esteem grew to tolerating myself to accepting myself … Continue reading I Look Deeply
This photo popped up on my Facebook Memories this morning with some comments about my inspirational journey that made me teary. It is of my daughter looking like she is deep in thought. I had just uprooted her life with a sudden move from Ohio to Florida when I accepted my first teaching job at … Continue reading Southbound
A sure sign of emotional/psychological healing and growth is the change in your prayers. At the pivotal changing point in my life, God had very clearly answered a recent prayer I had delivered in tears on my knees in the locked bathroom at one my lowest points. Since then, my prayers have mostly been gratitude, … Continue reading A Change in Prayer
footprints in the sand headed to the sunset, the present turning to memories with each leisurely step time stands still yet it doesn’t, simultaneously moving while holding forever the moment no turning back as history proceeds, no undoing impressions once the pressure is released and the shape is ingrained indelibly though … Continue reading Present Turning
