Foot Path

Foot Path

I am walking through a green tunnel, a swath cut through trees, vines, and shrubs with a sandy, two-lane road at its base. Immersed, I feel carried forward; also, it is easy to imagine the forest would reclaiming its territory almost overnight. Somehow the sky seems...
Ripe

Ripe

“What’s your favorite fruit?” Without needing to think, I answer, “Peaches. “ But peaches are a sometime thing. Some years good, others frustrating. So when they are good, I rejoice all over again. Sometimes peaches ripen almost before I’m ready. Then I make my...
Seeing Water

Seeing Water

 After years of admiring others’ images, this year I submitted my work to the Exhibition of Photography at the San Diego County Fair in Del Mar. I was pleased indeed to have three images accepted (now on display until July 4) at the largest photographic...
A Symphony of Spring

A Symphony of Spring

In my neighborhood, I walk in the sensory experience known as spring, and am presented with a visual and aural symphony. This time of year is especially a veritable feast of things to observe, delight in, and photograph.  This year, I’ve walked with a companion, for...
Affogato

Affogato

So what’s on the dessert menu? Cheesecake, chocolate mousse cake. . . well, I can have those any time . . . Affogato? What’s that? It says “vanilla ice cream and espresso” . . . Hmmn, that’s a simple combination.  Sounds good, why don’t I try it?   Aberystwyth, a...
The Never-Christmas Cottage

The Never-Christmas Cottage

  As a child, I used to read this verse on the cover of the family photo album. Now I would add a line: “old places”—and one old place in particular, our Craigville cottage of which I wrote in A Place Like This.   Yet we never celebrated Christmas there.  All...

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