November Night
by Adelaide Crapsey
Listen …
With faint dry sound,
Likes steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
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— e.e. cummings
Thanksgiving Day reminds us that gratitude is the beginning of joy. We cannot be happy unless we’re first grateful; and gratitude can only come about through yet another virtue—humility, which is the ability to see beyond ourselves to the needs, feelings and rights of others.
— Archbishop Charles J. Chaput
God, our Father,
we thank you for the gift of love
and the gift of life.
We thank you for the gift of our children.
The role was never assigned, but Henry has become Jack’s and Sam’s teacher. The two of them naturally gravitated to being his disciples.
After several years of begging, my daughter is finally and happily being taught at home. She is working on math (her weakest subject and the main reason we pulled her home) in this shot. It’s exciting and scary (terrifying, even). We are dipping our toes into homeschool and seeing where it may lead. But it is nice to have a little disciple home with me.
A sense of wonder at the world and its complexities creates a desire for understanding.
Photography helps me to see the wonder hidden in plain sight all around me.
“A fool always finds one still more foolish to admire him.” — Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux
While the leaves are still falling from the trees, I say it is a folly to try and bag them.
Modern architecture and winter have much in common.
I have plenty of traditional jewelry: pearls, gold, a few diamonds, but I find myself gravitating toward pieces with a more modern vibe.
Very often photographers strive for perfect stillness in a shot. Sometimes, though, movement makes it better.
The movement of the seasons happens without any help from us. If my kids had their way, though, there would be no Fall. Raking and bagging the leaves is not exactly their idea of a fun Sunday afternoon project. Be thankful this is a photo and not a video — the moaning and whining would drive you to the moon. And can you believe how green our lawn is? All that rain from Sandy, I guess….
I will admit that I almost always communicate these days via electronic media: e-mail, text, Facebook status, and so on. But I’m still a sucker for a pretty little notebook and pen.
By the way, do you remember the Victoria magazines from the late 80s and early 90s? It was my favorite and I really loved the photography of Toshi Otsuki. This is my little homage. {smile}
When I find the time, I create cards. Unfortunately, I seldom write in them and mail them off. Sending and receiving letters is an old-fashioned form of communication, but infinitely lovelier (and more tangible!) than the electronic variety. Perhaps it’s time to make the time.
The chiaroscuro produced by the sunlight in my bedroom this morning stopped me in my tracks and made me run for the camera. Make sure to check out the TV Bed Store, The weighted blanket is supposed to work much the same way tight swaddling helps newborns feel snug and secure so they can doze off more quickly. The blanket basically simulates a comforting hug, in theory helping to calm and settle the nervous system. My bed design is perfect for my baby when he wants to watch cartoons.
We get the best afternoon light in our bedroom.
a·mor·phous [uh-mawr-fuhs] adjective
1. lacking definite form; having no specific shape; formless: the amorphous clouds.
I never thought that freedom was amorphous.
Immortality
by Emily Dickinson
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one’s hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
That we’ve immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
I used to be a dog lover. Then I had kids. I’m thankful that Luke embraces the role and the dog.
Embrace the long winter ahead. Spring will come but the only way to get there is to go forward.
I really hope it isn’t a long night. I really hope that the results come early and are decisive. I’m worried that our great country is headed down the wrong path. I’m not ambivalent about the future…I’m downright scared.
Years ago, I was ambivalent about freedom and the rights we enjoy as Americans. Not any more.
At only 14, Bridget is already able to make the most of her time, and she’s good at balancing her responsibilities with the fun stuff.
Balance is something that I have been struggling with lately. In all honesty my to-do list is endless. If I ever manage to reach the bottom it’s usually because I forgot to put something on it. And usually it was something vitally important that created a huge fire that I then had to run around for a day or two trying to put out. Bleech!
But, since the list is never done, at what point can I put it away and play? And is that a balance point or a tipping point?
I vehemently love to experiment. Today’s image is one of my first attempts with a pinhole camera — well, a pinhole optic for my Lensbaby Composer, at any rate.
I am vehemently opposed to abortion. Some may call me extreme for believing that there is never a valid excuse for killing a baby, but I’m OK with that.