Tag: gratitude

Can a photo be sacred?

“Take a photo of us,” said Jem. She was sitting beside Henry (not their real names). Jem was his new friend, hoping to pick up some extra cash by throwing in with an experienced panhandler. As usual, I was walking with a camera slung around my neck. I always give Henry some change so stopped to chat. Photos as intrusion… Read more →

Writing the last chapter

  I took my camera for a walk this morning. With summery weather rolling over us like a heat tsunami, I’ve moved my walks to earlier in the day, before the sun burns my skin on contact. Marmots were hanging out atop their condos. Cranes were swinging over construction sites. Leaves were enjoying the evaporating dew. As I wandered the… Read more →

Positive stories make us better people

Most of us fret about being constantly bombarded by negative news, violent movies and grisly action games. We worry children are being influenced by the onslaught, that the world is a dangerous place, that things are out of control. As real as those fears may be, Steven Pinker and other researchers have discovered we live in the most peaceful era… Read more →

Photos, fountain pen, all aging

Why I review books

  From the moment I cracked the code of words on a page at four, through the years of reading under the covers, with a flashlight (oblivious to the telltale light shining through), I have always devoured books. Devoured them as if going even one day without book in hand would slide me into some perilous abyss. But I never… Read more →

Your Succulent Wild Life

It starts with SARK’s signature style, each page bursting with color and irresistible warmth. (I’ve dropped in some examples of SARK’s lively illustrations.) This time Dr. John Waddell joins Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy in the most persuasive book on loving I’ve come across. When they promise to tell us how to achieve Succulent Wild Love, they deliver. As I edge… Read more →

The best kind of Christmas

As I work on the memoir of my years as a reluctant farmer, I keep coming across stories in old letters and journals. This one, written to a friend who died too soon, makes me feel like Mole in The Wind in the Willows, who sniffed HOME on Christmas Eve and was tugged by a lifetime of memories.   We… Read more →

31 more “Perfect Things”

  My email inbox is bloated, cluttered with “I’ll get to it one day” messages from all the sites I have subscribed to. A few times a year I go through it, eliminate the things that have been sitting in it for months, and repeatedly hit the unsubscribe links. The clutter clearing is not a comment on the quality of… Read more →

Happy Turtle

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Leaf Art

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Cheering Rays

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