My daughter in 2007 at a wedding in Massachusets. She was twirling and playing with her skirt. She is so contained and happy just by herself, playing. A picture of joy…..
Joy
My daughter in 2007 at a wedding in Massachusets. She was twirling and playing with her skirt. She is so contained and happy just by herself, playing. A picture of joy…..
This is for Ronovan’s weekly haiku prompt. The words this week are guide and mad.
Beloved guide me
through red mad anger open
heart to shores of love
The picture is my son and daughter on the shore of Lake Crescent, Washington in 2004. We stopped driving for a rest. My son has just skipped a rock and I love the curve of his body and physical joy expressed. He’s trying to influence what the rock does with his body language. How can we all stay that fluid and joyful?
I stole the title from here: http://everything2.com/title/Guide+to+determining+if+you+are+constantly+being+mauled+by+bears
This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #14, different elements in the frame and colors. I took this on the train on the way back from Chicago to Spokane, WA. This was in North Dakota. The train was moving, thus the blurry foreground. I like how different the colorsย and mood are are from Jithin’s.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge: a different angle.
I was visiting friends in Michigan and met their grandchildren for the first time. We spent much of one day with cardboard boxes, markers and colored duct tape, getting an angle on it all.
Here I am
what a load of shit I know heracles did it
with brute strength in the allotted day I too
am assigned a day but I am just a girl you see
and small to boot I lean on the shovel and contemplate
the work what a load of shit has been produced and I
know what I have to do clean and sparkling by morning
I know the goddess to pray to and she shows up with all
her nymphs armed the bows aren’t so useful for shoveling
shit but they can shift it fast we are done long before
morning and all I have to do is pledge myself to her
to virginity like a virgin
all I have to do
my photo is from the 2009 US National Junior Synchronized Swimming Olympics
harden my broken heart, please, Beloved
not against you I am openopenopen evermore
I have no enemies nor none to hate
openopenopen transparent like glass they step
on my heart glass it shatters again ow shards
pierce through me all over it takes time for each
clear piece to work its way to the surface I need a
harder heart then glass how do the bodhisattvas do it I
don’t know, oh, Beloved, yet I want to remain
openopenopen even if glass is the only heart I have
I pull the shard from my bleeding chest and back and
this is not a job for sewing or ribbon or lace my
friend gave me tape with a spine printed on it I tape
my heart with boneshards it doesn’t matter anyhow no matter
how I wail and tear my clothes it is all longing
for you, Beloved
my photo from the 2012 US Synchronized Swimming Nationals
remember, the lifts are entirely swimming: no one touches bottom
submitting to Ronavon’s beWOW
For Ronavon writes haiku weekly challenge: future and gift
Grateful for the gift
your presence, I miss you so
I fear future loss
The photo is my sister with my newborn son, in 1992.ย
Sun tui is back in the water and has been out three times. I miss my fatherย but have taken her out with my daughter and with friends. She looks beautiful, freshly painted and crisp.
Twilight on the Salish Sea in 2005.
A photo of my parents, that I took during college. Dressed and made up for a costume party. I made the dragon on my mother’s shoulder in college and gave it to my sister. She gave it back to me the last time I saw her in hospice.
Happy Father’s Day
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BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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Or not, depending on my mood
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
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Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
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Coast-to-coast US bike tour
Generative AI
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
imperfect pictures
Refugees welcome - Flรผchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflรผchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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Art from the Earth
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Taking the camera for a walk!!!
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