The windows I've peered out from in life have often been cracked with broken blinds and non-parallel slats, no out-of-the-ordinary views for I have not seen much "of the world" in terms of geography, only my local beautiful. Yet when I revisit the panes in my gallery to see if I have any … Continue reading Windows
Yet another corner I turn, passing the past reflected in puddles, still water with changing images; I adjust my position to choose what I frame in them.
The road may be hard, bumpy, cracked, broken... but in that perceived destruction are the pieces that make up the whole, and beneath and between it all... lies life. Every morning, the sun rises, the same yet anew, and uses yesterday's rain to remind us that the light and the green will always find a … Continue reading Cracks and Puddles
~ Let your soul lead you to the water, then set free your heart’s desires. ~ There is something about the sea that calls us. A universal, innate tugging that draws us out toward the coasts. The soft, lulling melody of distant waves like an ancient incantation seems to entrance our long-awaiting souls in psalm. … Continue reading The Call
The opening act
Few analogies have I found or invented that are better at representing the division of past and future than the classic mountain ridge. Even from that perspective, though, perception of the future and bigger picture is limited. The immediate past comes into painfully-clear focus, but once we begin to descend into the future, that ridge … Continue reading Mountain and Sea
The romanticized, nostalgic idea of there being no place like home tugs on our heartstrings in the clicks of Dorothy’s iconic ruby slippers. I can’t help but wonder, though, what that ideal vision of home looked like in the minds and hearts of viewers then, and what it looks like now. At the time this … Continue reading Slipper Clicks and the Timeless Wish