down by the stream that feeds into the marsh,
was a little bandit raccoon–
he looked at me intensely for a stilted moment
before resuming his search for fish and frogs
Bon Appetit
Tag Archives: photography
Alive
i had to pull over,
put my hazard lights on,
roll my car window down,
and take an image of the sky
which was pink and blue
and yellow and completely other-worldly–
it held me captive
and made me so grateful to be
alive in that very moment
Spider
i saw the tree and the web and stepped closer–
never touching, ever wishing
i could transform into the spider living here,
between this brittle bark
and the steel grey sky
and the rippling river
and the approaching summer storm
Shelter
in the middle of a mundane conversation
with my children, i have this thought:
i will always be your shelter
Recently
bright purple flowers
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald
cedar waxwing on small ruby berries
walks along the water
turtles sunning on the edge of the marsh
bright red tomatoes with salt and olive oil
chips and home made salsa
outside cafe on a Sunday morning
making art in the afternoon
dark chocolate and croissants
small vanilla candles in the dark
1949 Ford pickup truck
river rocks in a porcelain bowl
Sometimes
sometimes it feels like we’re looking out through steel bars,
through bubbled glass
onto dry desert
and green thorns–
and sometimes it is heartbreakingly beautiful
and tragically dreadful all at once
Thoughts on a Walk
i walked along the river
soaking in the calm and quiet summer evening–
how many shades of green could i see?
was that a finch calling out?
what kind of fish were jumping out of the water?
tonight there will be lightning bugs on the grass,
and i will catch a couple in my hand
and then set them free–
where are the lightning bugs during winter?
when
you were so tender then,
but the days passed,
your green stem began to bend,
and now i can say–
i knew you when
Choices
i tell my children this:
choose well
Roman and Juliet
They run like lightning, with Juliet throwing her entire body on his, mid-run. He is strong and gives it back. They use their teeth in light biting or “mouthing”, never clamping down to cause pain. Occassionally, Juliet will snap at Roman, he either ignores her or snaps (in a much kinder way) in return, which makes her back away and take a break. They separate while playing and seek shade and distance. Then they come together again and the chasing and body slamming resumes. Sometimes they just lay together and rest.
Watching them play is one of my greatest pleasures and it makes me understand how much i have yet to understand.
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