Here it Comes
We had an unexpected storm that day. (365 Day 250) “My feet are planted in the waist-high reedsIn the shadows in the shape of treesThrough the kingdom’s smoky leavesYou’d be…
Fungus Among Us
Sorry for the title, but I just felt so compelled. I’ve been thinking about reviving an old tradition, sort of. (365 Day 249) I know that my ancestors, both…
Backyard Folklore
I found these over the weekend in our backyard and hurried to take pictures before my husband cranked up the mower. My dad told me how mushrooms will grow in…
Ye Olde School
Yes, I graduated from it. I don’t know if it’s nostalgia or laziness (my husband thinks I’m resistant to change) but it can’t be too extreme or I wouldn’t be…
Old Friends
This is an old friend of mine. No, not the gnome; the fern, silly. It’s a fluffly ruffle fern, I think. It’s been with me through 10 years of…
Time to Stretch
It’s that time. I guess things are just too quiet or, dare I say, comfortable. I’ve made peace with self portraits, fit in a new study habit, stagnated in martial…
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A Bit More of Bryce (Our Trip, Part 8)
A few more images from Bryce Canyon more on Utah My Flickr
Personal Space
I say yes so much more than no. I believe in giving and sacrifice. (365 Day 243) But, I also appreciate boundaries: physical, emotional, and intellectual. Once in a…
New Linkage
Bringing back all those crusty junior high band uniform memories.
Old Sidebar Stuff I Don’t Want to Forget
You can ignore this post. It’s just sillies from the sidebar that I don’t want to forget when I change things up. Someone has a great sense of humor and…