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
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Roadtripping for Wildlife
It’s the time of year when cabin fever starts to set in and I’m desperate to get outdoors any time the weather complies. This past weekend, I foreswore being hunched over my computer… 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
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
Hoar
This is the second of four small bodies of work, continuing on from Murderess. Of course, I know that after the murderess, should come the whore. You’ve got to love the English language. … Continue reading