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 this Daylight Saving Time nonsense) or that those in power here would come to their senses and do away with it.

In some ways it’s gotten easier over the years. I no longer wear a watch and it happens magically on our laptops, phones and iPads. The only things I need to update are the stove and microwave. Oh, and the clock in the car. (I wonder if the new car we bought last fall will spring forward by itself.)

It’s a little more effort on our physical bodies to adjust to losing or adding an hour twice a year. Maya never did adjust to falling back last year and, consequently, has expected dinner early all winter.

Anyway, it’s ridiculous. But I suppose if that’s the only thing to complain about on, what promises to be, another sunshiny day, then life’s pretty good.

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I was making wallpaper for my phone yesterday and decided to share it. Have a peek at a new page ( where I put a few wallpapers that can be used on your mobile device. Feel free to use and enjoy. I’ll add new ones periodically.

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I’ve been enjoying watching The Great Pottery Throw Down. Have you seen it? I had forgotten how much I appreciated pottery and I’ll be keeping my eyes open for a big and beautiful clay mug for my tea once market season begins.

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Wishing you a peaceful Sunday.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I once had a copy of Susan Sontag’s famous book on photography. During our move I probably passed it on.

    What I’m grateful for today: help wrangling 14 energetic two-year-olds in Sunday School this morning.

    Will pottery be your next Big Thing, Linda? I wonder . . .

    1. Wrangling two-year-olds is no small task. My hat’s off to you, Marian. I hope you’re have a restful afternoon.

      I don’t think pottery will be my thing. I appreciate the craft and the product but can’t imagine adding another thing to my list of things right now. Of course, one must never say never. 🙂

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