decisive moment

decisive moment

Photography is not like painting. There is a creative fraction of a second when you are taking a picture. Your eye must see a composition or an expression that life itself offers you, and you must know with intuition when to click the camera. That is the moment the photographer is creative. Oop! The Moment! […] more…
a process

a process

It creaks where the bends happen. Better to bend than break. Better to creak than splinter. This is to be expected of all things mechanical as they degrade over time. We are mechanical electrical water filled sacks of varying intelligence. Varying by the time of day, of years, of life times. more…
When Sunny Gets Blue

When Sunny Gets Blue

Hormones. Pretty sure it’s hormones. Stupid hormones. Elaine shot me a link to a blog post about crying like Holly Hunter in  Broadcast News. Some times, Some days Some moments are just sad. A cry would be great. Some great cathartic wave like some passing storm. Leave me clean. But it isn’t there to that […] more…
Mornings

Mornings

“You’re the best mom in the world.” He pulls my hand so I sit next to him on the bed. “You got fifteen minutes.” I get up and and gingerly go down the stairs using the walls as support. Mornings are not my friend. The body creaks as I reach for the cast iron pan. […] more…
Ex Marks a Spot

Ex Marks a Spot

There is a glimpse of frustration, anger, and could it be meanness? That. Some behavior. Takes me right back to another not so happy time. There is no one ex. I have a small basket of them. Each of them with various behaviors marked in red with the words “never ever again.” Disengage. Get out. […] more…
And in the end

And in the end

A group of us went to the cemetery to soak in the Fall foliage and shoot some pictures. We landed there and went our separate ways. It was nice.     I found myself making stories. There are patterns. Identity. Who are you when you are gone?     Defined by relationships. I think about that […] more…
The Lifetime is Now Nine O’Clock

The Lifetime is Now Nine O’Clock

“Want to go outside?” he says to the dog in his sweet still little boy voice. Not so little, but it’s how he talks to the dog. And I hold onto the illusion that I could just scoop him up in my arms. When we stand toe to toe he starts with his flat palm […] more…

still writing

She has three fingers and one thumb on each hand — just like a cartoon. Her Maker took shortcuts with her, it seems. There are other ways she is not of us, her hair is too white; her skin, too dark. The gray eyes are some compromise of extremes.   When I need a view […] more…
a point to somewhere else

a point to somewhere else

I was a manic pixie dream girl… -Laurie Penny   “Men grow up expecting to be the hero of their own story. Women grow up expecting to be the supporting actress in somebody else’s….” more…
snippet

snippet

“You’re gorgeous.” The gut response is to argue the point. The list of what-is-not-gorgeous and possibly-downright-ugly springs to mind. That is, her mind. What she says instead is, “Thank you.” and walks away. more…
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