09/23/2015
09/16/2015
At the pond
Walking at the Arboretum on one of the last golden afternoons in September. We got a little lost and had to walk forever to find our way back, but it was so worth it.
09/13/2015
Just going about his business
Sunday September afternoon, pulling weeds in the yard. This guy sunning himself in the shadow of the back porch.
09/05/2015
Michigan light
Five delicious days spent on the lake in Michigan. Light everywhere changing: full sun to flat cloud to vermilion storm. And reflections. So many reflections. A week to savor.
08/26/2015
Pondering Light
The sky the last week has been the most vivid blue slate, absolutely ethereal. It speaks September, but I don't want to listen. Just a few more days of heat and color and, in the evening, the murmur of cicadas, I think, to fill my larder with blue-sky visions before the long days of chill and bluster really begin.
08/23/2015
The wild vine
The wild vine ramps through the old cement floor, meandering in the cracks of time.
08/20/2015
Study of light and shadow
Playing with combining two photographs.
08/19/2015
Drinking in Summer
These are the days of lolling on the patio at 6 p.m., listening to the cicadas as they hum their tune, watching the butterflies drifting in and out among the milkweed, sipping sweet nectar.
08/15/2015
Deadheading the Lobelia
Deadheading the Lobelia
5:45 of an August evening,
I sit on the patio,
the blue lobelia in my mother’s white ceramic pots
becoming sparse and leggy.
I should have pinched the blooms back days ago.
Now it’s uncertain if
the perfect periwinkle blossoms
will ever return.
Winter nights,
I dream of tubs of delicate lobelia,
clouds of blue heaven
flourishing in my mother’s creamy white pots
Sixty-nine last month,
Next year: 70
Next summer, I think, will be the summer of blessings
The pots will have tallied another year’s cracks and veins,
But a year’s patina can only make those indigo blooms more precious.
08/07/2015
The force of water
I wish I could include the sound of this lake water crashing against the concrete as it falls from one level in the lake into a retaining pond.
