Tag Archives: photography

at the flea market

summer flowers
photo by Sylvia

sunflowers and summer blooms
hand stitched tea towels
8 track tapes
cartons of blueberries
two babies riding in a red wagon
ladies in big straw hats
western paperbacks
blocks of soap
a collection of small, carved elephants
baskets of peaches
twirling ballerinas in pink boxes
a row of parked Harley Davidsons
wedding photos from 1935

A Day on the Yough

ohio pyle 2
photo by Sylvia

sitting beside the Youghiogheny River,
i listened to the sound of its waters,
watched a wolf spider,
and caught a glimpse of a dipping hawk–
what did the Algonguin
tribes see when they came here?
what did they feel when they looked into
the sky and over the mountains?
what did they know when they sat on the
rocks and scanned the horizon for sunning snakes?
we think we might know, but really,
we will never know

Conversations heard recently

stop sign in weeds
photo by Sylvia

“it was the chipped sugar bowl that was
always on the table growing up”

“it’s not my fault, i’m just the nanny”

“she missed you so much”

“so i got up to chase the rabbit…”

“they’re clearing this field to build two
new appartment buildings on it”

“you’re pretty”

“today’s ice cream flavor is coffee with chocolate chunks”