Month: April 2016
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: made my bed
some choices lay like linen sheets, whose creases will never come out, no matter how much I tug or iron, or try to smooth them down…
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THROUGH MY LENS: blue sunrise
I can hear the gentle rush of the morning surf and the calls of seagulls. I feel the chill, damp of the wind whipping past. And I can even taste the salty air in my mouth.
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THROUGH MY LENS: last hurrah
Winter is trying to have one last laugh, it seems. Fortunately here-unlike in some other parts of the country-it’s more of a chuckle. Though more snow is on the way today, those April showers will be following hot on its heels. I woke yesterday to find this leaden sky streaked with sun making lovely shadows…
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AROUND THE FARM: Letting the Garden Grow
A photograph or story or poem can be crafted, controlled, tweaked to the artist’s particular desires. At some point you can be done, content with a finished piece or product. But a garden has a mind of its own.