One foible of working from home is the great temptation to stay in pajamas all day, sans bra and makeup. It can make for awkward encounters if you feel compelled to open your front door. He blushed a shade of pink that reminded me of a newly washed baby, a color that I wished I … Continue reading Conversion conversations
Category: Photography
Oakland: forgotten cemetery
Before heading out for my weekly photo hike, I put out a question to my online friends, asking them where I should go… beach, woods, cemetery or backroads. The vote, overwhelmingly, was cemetery. My friend Kath, suggested the venue first, saying a cemetery would be a good place to photograph, in honor of a short … Continue reading Oakland: forgotten cemetery
Embossed: an optical illusion
Coming or going Optical illusion, blink A trick of the eye *Photo venue: Henderson Beach State Park, Destin, FL. When I photographed this single foot print in the sand, I thought it was interesting simply because it was pristine, and undisturbed. While downloading it, I noticed an odd effect. Depending on how I looked at … Continue reading Embossed: an optical illusion
Where childhood
When do we lose that childhood sense of wonder and magic? There is that invisible boundary between believing in fairies and leprechauns, and only seeing bills and piles of laundry. I told my son recently that I miss those days when he and his sister were little, and we would build elaborate couch cushion forts … Continue reading Where childhood
Twisted
I turned down that dark road, Abandoning who I was For who you wanted me to be. Contorted and transformed, I have become unrecognizable in the mirror Held up to my down-turned, shame-filled face Careful where I tread, I twisted an ankle trying Not to break the eggshells I walked on. My stomach knotted with … Continue reading Twisted
Favorite mistake
A slight wind was blowing, and thick clouds kept the sun concealed. A mix of grey tones was the only delineation between the sky and the park walkway. Having rained the night before, small puddles dotted the lawn. Paquin ambled through the wet leaves, breathing in the petrichor, wishing she could bottle that ‘after the … Continue reading Favorite mistake
Thin spiral notebook 