My journal of big words and pretty pictures
These past two weeks were hectic and crazy with all the Christmas prep. A near constant drizzle added a dreary dimension. I stayed inside most of the time trying to stay warm and dry, and working like a maniac to get handmade gifts finished and mailed in time for the holidays. I wasn't completely successful, … Continue reading 2013: A year in photos
I pick my way around the stones, careful to not trip over broken pieces of marble. My mother’s voice cautioning me to not step directly on the graves plays in my head. As a child exploring old cemeteries, I once imagined a gnarled hand reaching up toward me from the buried crypt, snaring me in … Continue reading Français douairière
If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men.” ~ St. Francis of Assisi I tried venturing back to the beach this weekend, but there are still more people than seagulls. More than once … Continue reading All God’s creatures
From water we came To water we shall return Baptism and death *At every cemetery I've visited, seashells are a common grave decoration. Not in that the shell motifs adorn markers, but actual shells define the grave site - either lined up along the top of the gravestones, or along the edges of the plot. What … Continue reading She sells seashells
We spent most of the day pulling weeds from the tiny gravesite. The child buried there was only three when he died, and only this first name, and birth and death dates were etched on the crude stone. His very existance seemed to be a secret, and I was determined to shine a light on … Continue reading Chasing ghosts
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
Thin spiral notebook 