In those in-between times, like now, a real sense of possibility emerges for me...
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THROUGH MY LENS: Waking woods
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THROUGH MY LENS: Winter wonders
Nature is my remedy then, as it is and always has been for so many things...
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New poem, “Nor’easter”
A short poem about the strange and new experience I’m having, of (for the first time in over twenty years) looking forward to the quiet comfort of winter. With all the stress and weirdness of …
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The birthday gift
I've learned through the loss of many beloved pets over the years never to take them for granted...
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New poem, “Strange and Lovely”
Although it’s title could well describe the sudden warm spell we’re having in upstate New York, this poem is about sometimes finding beauty and a sense of kinship where you least expect it.
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Embracing a Helping Hand
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, I had a new friend. I was humbled once again, by the way the universe works sometimes...
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Greeting the New Year
After all, it really is a day just like any other, except in what we make of it.
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THROUGH MY LENS: Faces in the water
I went on an early winter hike today through the woods around Lake Bonita, a small lake on the outskirts of Moreau State Park. No boats, not even kayaks, are allowed there, though fishing is …
