Category Archive: texture

Moth Feather Leaf

A few years back, I got certified in forensic crime scene photography, which involves taking pictures of some very unpleasant aspects of modern life; blood splatter, post mortems; the ends of violence and other things most… Continue reading

In Betweening

A crazy old man told me today, “I’m too blessed to be distressed”. Seriously cheesy? You bet. But I suppose I’m in the same place. Life is a messy thing. I am juggling unkempt bills,… Continue reading

Unnamed Unicorn Project

Now that I’ve cleared the decks of last year’s projects, I’m ready to get started on the next big thing. I don’t have a name for it yet, so for the moment, it’s… Continue reading

19°44′59″ N, 70°24′29″ W

I was probably the only kid whose favorite ride at Disneyland was It’s a Small World. It’s nobody’s favorite, but I loved it; the different costumes and languages and the idea of world peace through irritatingly catchy,… Continue reading

The Other Side of Clouds

“You’re sailing softly through the sun, in a broken stone age dawn, You fly so high, I get a strange magic…” -Strange Magic, ELO I was recently given a rare and fortunate treat.… Continue reading

Gull

Gull is the last of four small abstract studies following Murderess, Hoar, and Bugbear and a wrap up to a few stray ideas before starting the next big thing (or an excellent method of procrastinating on starting… Continue reading

Bubble and Swash

When I was very young, I was hooked on Golden Guides, a series of field guides for children. Between my Golden Guides (and Girl Scouts and some kick ass school nature programs) I… Continue reading

Woolgathering

I cannot recall when I felt like this, It’s been a long old time, if I ever did So if I act strange, I’m hoping you’ll forgive, I’ve got your light in my… Continue reading

A Space of One’s Own

Notes from alongside the Salmon River… “…who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?” – Virginia Woolf Virginia Woolf posited that a… Continue reading

Bugbear

This is the third in a chain of four small abstract series, following Murderess and Hoar; something green after all the blood and ice.   Bugbear Who doesn’t love the purple flower in… Continue reading