Sugaring

Sugaring with the neighbors yesterday. I love their old-school, hand made set up. I love the sweet clouds of steam, and how everything feels hopeful and grand standing around the evaporator watching the sap bubble and thicken. Hours pass, easily, occupied this way. Bean was all helper this year. Carrying wood. Pouring sap from the [...]

Before the spring

The coffee shop is filled with light from the big south facing window, and every table is filled with people, all talking, all sipping things or eating, leaving crumbs on the wide wood boards of the vintage farm tables, and all I can think about is how they are not here. They haven’t been for [...]

the journey

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” –Matsuo Basho (Check out the entire set on Flickr.)

Fieldnotes to self:

Practice breathing in and then out and then in again with nothing else in your thought but your breath. Practice walking down the road with your small boy, just looking. Bring your camera. See if you can see things differently, even though the road and each individual tree and rut have become familiar to you, [...]

The sum of everything

I don’t have words. I don’t know where they’ve gone, except maybe with the dark speckled starlings, lifting off all at once from the snow flocked trees, their calls filling the silent air with abrupt, heady sound before they are gone and the fat fluffy flakes fill the impressions in the snow where their feathered [...]

Fleeting

In the coffee shop I watch, furtively, knowing what I know. The light is almost unbearably golden, slanting across the ecru walls, the burnished wood floor. They’re here again, at the table next to mine. She fixes her long gray hair, wipes the crumbs from the table, leans back patiently. After awhile she says, “Shall [...]

Another image poem

anatomy of my heart today: PS–Your comments on my post earlier meant the world to me today. Really. xoxox! C.

Looking.