Remembering . . . a Barcelona moment
Do you scroll through files of travel photos, trying to remember where you were, what you were doing that day, why you wanted to capture an image? Especially when so many of our memories have…
View PostDo you scroll through files of travel photos, trying to remember where you were, what you were doing that day, why you wanted to capture an image? Especially when so many of our memories have…
View PostIt may just be the rising temperatures, the powdery fragrance of fruit trees in bloom, the tenderness of leaves erupting everywhere, the colour of the ocean when it’s reflecting blue skies and sunshine. But suddenly,…
View PostA year ago today, my Mother left us to our memories of her. Some of those memories bloom in my garden — so many plants she brought here from her own. The omphalodes cappadocica in…
View PostI hadn’t realized quite how forcefully I’d been holding my breath until I got home yesterday and the exhalation finally happened. A bit of space with Reading Break, although there will be meetings and marking…
View PostThis pre-sunrise scene had me outside in my slippered feet yesterday morning, about 7:40. . . and when I checked the official time for sunrise this morning, I see it arrived at 7:59. Every winter,…
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