“How could you ever feel comfortable if no matter where you went you felt like you belonged someplace else?”
― Mark Peter Hughes

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I took this shot on a business trip last year, mesmerized by the tumbling shadows and highlights of the sheets on my hotel bed when lit by the early morning light.  The swells and valleys were like tumultuous waves that belied my belief that I had slept soundly and confuted my confidence that I wanted not.

Submitted this week to Leanne Cole’s excellent Monochrome Madness collection.

Garden Friends

My daughter loves bugs and all things crawlie in the garden, so one of my goals of trying out the macro lenses is to find a technique that will let me catch her some “portraits” of her garden friends. Here’s hoping that my next foray into the backyard zoo offers a little more variety (and maybe something “cuter”)!

Tide Pool Guests

2014_07_27_0342_e_squaredetail“You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall,
you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore;
just be a little sand-grain and feel them all”
― Munia Khan

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Last summer, I had the excellent fortune of finding myself at Otter Crest Hotel on the shore of the Pacific – at dawn and at low tide-  with my bare toes buried in the cold sand at the edge of my very first tide pool experience. Moving from rock to rock, I was captivated – the sun coming through the fog still clinging stubbornly around a cliff- the seagulls, stretching their wings and catching some breakfast – the eel grass creating a layered canvas, alternated with the pockets of ocean water- the small sea creatures that carved niche homes in the shallow pools.

I don’t think I sighed so deeply or so often all of last year.

Rio Grande Gorge

2014_10_20_1275-1-1000pxDo I change like a river, widening and deepening, eddying back on myself sometimes, bursting my banks sometimes when there’s too much water, too much life in me, and sometimes dried up from lack of rain? Will the I that is me grow and widen and deepen? Or will I stagnate and become an arid riverbed? Will I allow people to dam me up and confine me to wall so that I flow only where they want? Will I allow them to turn me into a canal to use for they own purposes? Or will I make sure I flow freely, coursing my way through the land and ploughing a valley of my own?”
― Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn


2015_03_27_2983-7-1000px“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”  ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

To really test out my rental macro lens, I felt that I needed to go beyond flowers- to know that the lens, should I ever buy one- would be beautiful outside of Spring. So- of course- I took random pictures of random things I love at home.

A Palate Cleanser

I don’t know why, but I was mesmerized by this composition tucked away in our botanical garden- discrete, balanced, and demure- just outside the luxurious, almost ostentatious, wisteria wedding courtyard.

Submitted this week to Leanne Cole’s excellent Monochrome Madness collection.