Do You Hear What I Hear?

It’s Monday. The first day of the first week of the new year but it doesn’t feel like Monday. New Years Day was on Saturday so today is a quasi-holiday and while I’m hungry for routine, we’re not there just yet. At least we’re past the turkey-eating stage and there’s just a few more shortbread

Teachers and Practice

I came across this photo I captured eight years ago of the bridge at Snoqualmie Falls in WA. I was just starting on my photography journey, and Gerry and I were taking classes at the Green River Community College. I don’t mind telling you I struggled in these classes—well, not so much in the classes

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

We arrive home in the wee hours, exhausted. In whichever time zone I consider the hour it’s far, far too late for this old body to still be upright. Technically, it’s the day after we began our journey home. We stumble around suitcases and fall exhausted into bed. Unpacking will come tomorrow—or later today, depending

Saturday, February 2, 2019 – Home

We pull into the driveway in the wee hours, barely coherent. We’ve been up for about twenty-four hours and, if my calculations with time zone change allowances is correct, traveling for more than half of that time. The thought comes unbidden, but speaks a tired truth: I’m too old for this. Finally, after a late flight, and