Years after they were both gone, passed away, I found this small, simple thing that brought us back together.
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Finding “Fifty”
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New short poem, “Untold”
For someone who likes to write and communicate, I’m a very quiet person when it comes to talking. It’s much harder for me to express things verbally. Sometimes I have a hard time finding the …
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Winter In the Bones
Something in me had changed, it seemed, grown warmer and brighter with the coming cold and early dark.
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Short poem, “Keep Warm”
Exploring the thought I’ve always had about wanting to go dormant in the winter, and wake up anew in spring. But we don’t hibernate like the bears, unfortunately. So we must find the thing that …
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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 …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Closing time
When I first saw this place on a trip several years ago with my ex-boyfriend to his hometown, I just had to take it’s picture. I usually only fall madly in love with the facades …
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Collecting a “Red Barn in Autumn”
Soon, all that will be left to me of the farmhouse and my life there will be my memories of it.
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THROUGH MY LENS: In a cat’s eye
I think cats are pretty amazing. I have three now, and a dog, too. I love all animals, really. But cats, to me, are particularly photogenic. Our domestic ones can go a little native at …
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The Big Day
I never wanted to repeat what she did. I never wanted wanted to be more afraid of knowing than not, or let my fear stop me.
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THROUGH MY LENS: Like falling water
I expected a dinosaur to step out at any moment, it was a place so otherworldly to me.
