My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Standing at the rime-rimmed window, I search the landscape for any hint of color. Winter has leached all tint from the world, leaving a melancholy world in infinite shades of ash. My hot cup of chamomile keeps my frigid fingers warm. Steam swirls off the tea, fogging the window panes and melting the lacy ice … Continue reading Blue Christmas
“You can stop the crocodile tears. You know whining gets you nowhere with me.” I try to keep my voice even, not needing to share our conversation with my fellow cafe denizens. All I want is a quiet morning to just sit and sip my latte. “This is settled. I’m not arguing with you.” Holding … Continue reading Crocodile tears
I tried going to the beach for my hike this week, but it was just rainy, windy, cold and miserable. I drove downtown instead, and snapped a few photos of street art and old signs. You can click on any image to see a larger photo, or the series as a slideshow. (Photos shot with … Continue reading What’s your sign
Sunsets and sunrises at the beach can be stunning. The expansive vista, unencumbered by obstruction, goes on forever. It's like being able to see to the end of the world. I've been witness to some spectacular displays of color. Ethereal paintings of such magnitude that I am dwarfed by the enormity, and at the same time, … Continue reading On a grand scale
I wanted to put as many miles behind me as I could. When I kept driving over the shoulder rumble strips I knew I had to stop. The sun was just cresting the horizon. After finding the only open spot in the crowded parking lot, I shuffled into the hotel lobby. If I was more … Continue reading Rumble strips
We have assigned seats in my house. Our son sits in the chair closest to the fireplace. The Mr. has the chair directly in front of the TV, and I have the right side of the couch, catty-wompus to Mr., so we can share an ottoman. (Our daughter, since being gone so long at college, … Continue reading Seating chart
Thin spiral notebook 