The Past

Recently, I received (by way of my sister) many treasures and mementos that flooded me with memories of the past. The camera that my mother used from the early 50’s up until the day she couldn’t get parts for it anymore. Baby photos I’d never seen before. Baby photos taken…

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May 8th, 2017

Remnants of dreams Clinging to the insides of my eyes and on my tongue The air laden with moisture A curious jay peers inside Under a steel-gray sky It’s snowing in California Mother’s Day snow they say In France Voices of reason Cheer themselves hoarse The bigot lost And we’ve…

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Predator

There’s beauty in the fierce gaze of the Sparrow Hawk as she plunges into my garden, grasping for some hapless little sparrow or tit with her long talons. There’s beauty in the flying manes and flailing hooves of the wild Konik stallions, forgetting their brotherhood in a battle for supremacy…

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Jizz

I originally joined the birder’s group to learn more about birds. I was having fun photographing them and thought it might be wise to know what I was taking pictures of. It turned out; the field work is during the winter months. Once a month, we go out in groups…

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