a corner of autumn

a corner of autumn

occasionally, in a sheltered corner of the yard in december, you can still see a little tail end of autumn hanging on precariously out of the wind. these red maple leaves made me think of the green leaves of last summer, and the green leaves of next summer, and suddenly there was a little bit of spring in my step.

red maple leaves in winter

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negative

negative

i think i took five different photos of this prairie grass, and in the end i picked this one, not because the grass was so shapely, although it was, but because the negative space that the grass defined was so shapely. when i look at it closely enough, i feel as if i am floating around in that black.

winter prairie grass

 

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good intentions

good intentions

i intended to end the year strong, with a week’s worth of thoughtful and well executed images to close out 2017, and then to start the new year with a bang, to celebrate my return to a white background in 2018. and although i am 53 years old, i’ll be damned if the holidays didn’t somehow sneak up on me again. in theory i am completely in charge of my own schedule, and yet i have somehow been consumed with holiday preparations and events, and am feeling as if the holidays should be over now, before they have actually begun. see you on the other side.

mullein leaves in winter

  • Carol says:

    I’m with you all the way

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  • Tracey Martin says:

    Welcome to the fray

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good and evil

good and evil

i can’t help but be responsible. it’s how i’m wired. i don’t carry credit card balances, and i always pay my bills, and i’m a faithful friend and spouse. but i can’t be only well-behaved. i need a vice or two to comfort myself. a stepping stone path through life. a little bit of angel. followed by a little bit of devil.

black and white beach rocks (lake superior and mediterranean sea)

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shells

shells

these are not technically eggs, they are shells. still themselves but hollowed out. my feelings about the holidays fluctuate from year to year. i try my best to keep them meaningful, but some years they fill me up and some years they hollow me out. this year, i’m feeling a little emptier than usual. our daughter is home from college with a sparklingly energetic boyfriend which has made home life happy and full of love and energy. but the big gatherings have taken more from me than they’ve given for some reason this year. on the other hand, part of what it means to reach your fifties is understanding that nothing stays the same. next year or the year after, i’m guessing, will be a peak to this year’s trough. i’m ready either way.

collection of pale colored eggs: chicken, pheasant, partridge

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