Two years?

It has been so long, I am almost too embarrassed to write anything. Taking a quick scan of the past two-plus years, there is no one thing that pinpoints why I stopped writing, photographing the world around me, and even painting. There must be some gem of wisdom about the creative process, or lack of it, hidden in the reason, though. I’m sure. The main thing that comes to mind is health. With fibromyalgia and depression, good days are cherished. Yet, with all that can go wrong with our fragile human bodies, I am in good shape. I’ve learned that…

Weaning Warning

I’ve considered leaving Facebook dozens of times over the years. Each time, the thought of saying farewell to friends with whom I’ve shared stories and laughs has kept me from closing that particular digital door. This time feels different. As of this moment, I still have not closed my account, but find myself taking a step by step approach. I checked and further tightened already tight security options. I’ve eliminated all apps on the site and deleted FB and apps from my phone, including Messenger. Plus, I deleted my FB page and links to the platform on this site. I…

Thursday Thoughts

I will often post slightly sarcastic or irreverent responses to popular twitter hashtags. When Tuesday Thoughts was trending, I responded with “Thinking about Wednesday.” But not this morning. With a family member in critical condition in the hospital, with no discernible improvement in these past five days, jokes are the last thing on my mind. What is worrying me, beyond and a part of my concern for her, are the loved ones in her immediate family who are hoping and praying for recovery. The angst of knowing how sick she is and not being able to help is tough to bear. Being…

Banjo, The Meadow & Me

Banjo was a pony with a striking tricolor pattern of chestnut, bay, and white that boarded on our small Oregon farm when I was a kid. According to my older brother, he was descended from Indian ponies. I’m not sure how accurate that is, but at the age of 10, if Jimmy said so, it was good enough for me. He was unruly, pig-headed, fat, and determined to get rid of anyone who had the temerity to get on his back. I loved him. Banjo succeeded in sending every male in the family flying, including Uncle Eldon, cousin Merle, Dad, and…

Is this what a cultural shift feels like?

Most days, it feels lousy — loud, rancorous, painful. Thanks to Time Magazine’s choice for Person Of The Year, it feels like victory. The boil known as ‘rape culture’ is being lanced. It’s a painful process that is gaining momentum by the hour. Protective gear is required. My protection for when it gets to be too much: the shared experience of millions of women, all over the world, who are stepping forward and raising our collective voices against this inequity and injustice. As awful as it is, the light of day is better. Many days I am simply disgusted with…

When It Comes To Clouds…

They’ve always been a favorite photographic subject. When it comes to interests, religion and art history and how they intertwine, are high on a fluctuating list. Though far from a religious scholar, I have done my share of studying religious history and religion, in general. Having grown up in the relatively non-dogmatic world of Methodism, my early religious lessons centered around music and Sunday School messages of love and kindness, a European-looking Jesus, Christmas trees, and new Easter outfits.   After disillusionment with religion and a brief stint as an atheist at the age of 18… I jumped into the…