Some weeks…

Some weeks… …the baby who usually sleeps so well doesn’t–and when he does, his coughing reverberates in newly acquired “mommy ears” and sleep doesn’t happen; laundry (albeit clean) is the main decorative motif in the living room and bed room; coffee, allegra, flonase, and dry shampoo become life-lines to sanity; and the words “rest” and “normal”…

Red Leaf (3)

The last in this series (which on reflection would perhaps have been better titled “orange leaf”?). –Just in time for a week that promises a foretaste of fall.

Red Leaf (2)

Sometimes I have a plan for what I want to photograph, and how. Most times, however, I play–holding a leaf up to the light, twirling it,shifting the lens’ focus– until an image appears and an inner “yes, that’s it” answers.

Carrot Face

Jason and I are learning that part of parenthood is stumbling across oddly effective methods (or is it effectively odd methods?). Take tonight’s attempt to feed Rowan carrots. Usually this kid is enthusiastic about food. Zucchini? Sweet potato? Green beans? Chicken? Squash? Yogurt? All good. Carrots? Not so much. In fact, he was making such…

Red Leaf (prima facie)

Besides their amazing use of color and line to convey light and motion, another reason why I appreciate Monet and Van Gogh is the simplicity of the titles they gave to their paintings. “Starry night.” “Water lilies.” So pragmatic and, well, encouraging to a title-challenged person like me. So here you go: the first in…

Last light

In the twilight, dusk, gloaming– The last of the evening light drawn out, made all the more luminous by a glazing of rain.