Waiting, Knitting. . . .at the Beach
While I’mwaiting to meet someone important, I’m doing some knitting. Down by the beach in the early morning, the sun not yet too hot, only the birds and the otters and the raccoons and the…
View PostWhile I’mwaiting to meet someone important, I’m doing some knitting. Down by the beach in the early morning, the sun not yet too hot, only the birds and the otters and the raccoons and the…
View PostWe are all waiting, although some of us are waiting perhaps more impatiently (and definitely more uncomfortably) than others. My lovely daughter (isn’t she beautiful?!) is stuck in the city, within reach of her midwife…
View PostImages from my kayak paddle around the island a few mornings ago, while Nola was still sleeping. . . I’ve been frustrated that I’m missing out on the good weather paddles, since I can’t go…
View PostNothing I could say would be as eloquent as this dawn light on this beach, these logs whose surfaces and depths tell a long and ancient story, these rocks that answer in even longer cadences.…
View PostPhotos throughout this post are of the gorgeous, expansive Piazza Navone in Rome. The statuary in the fountains tells magical, mythical, wondrous tales. . . Random Observation #1: While Grandmothers awaiting the imminent arrival of…
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