Wednesday, March 14, 2018

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. ~Barbara Kingsolver By the time we get to the park, the sun is behind clouds. The temperature still registers warm, but without the sun it’s cool. Nevertheless, we pull into the parking lot and set out to walk around the park. This

Monday, March 12, 2018

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. David Steindl-Rast ”Hello, sweet girl! Did you miss us?” There’s nothing like Maya’s bum-wiggling, happy greeting to make me happy to be home. I bend down and give her a

Sunday, March 11, 2018

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.  Susan Sontag Springing forward this morning. Yet another reason to wish i lived in Saskatchewan (where they don’t do

Saturday, March 10, 2018

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Finally. FINALLY! A day with no commitments. Sunshine, solitude and silence, and rest. That is it. That is all. That is enough.

Friday, March 9, 2018

March is a month of considerable frustration it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away. Thalassa Cruso Spring: so close I can feel the dirt on my hands and taste the