I first published this two years ago today. As I plan to head back to John’s camera shop to finally buy the 50mm lens I’ve been wanting for five years, I thought I’d post it again. Enjoy. It was a damp, drizzly day here in Blacksburg. There was no direct light, just a gray, overcast … Continue reading The heft of an old Minolta
I just realized I posted my first Butterfly Mind entry two years ago today. We lived in Minnesota at the time and I was supposed to be packing up the house to prepare for our cross-country move. Instead I started a blog. Since then I’ve published more than 250 posts and am still loving every … Continue reading Still here after two years
Posting a photograph last Friday of where I walk when I listen to my podcasts reminded me of a piece I wrote soon after our family moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. Nearly two years later, we still love it here; I think that means we have a chance at durable happiness. Please enjoy this post from … Continue reading Durable Happiness (R)
Portraiture is possibly my favorite form of photography. Faces show character in every laugh line, every weathered wrinkle, in tan lines left by always-worn sunglasses, in the trickle of sweat through trail dust. In the scraggly beards of men who have walked the woods for weeks. On our drive through Catawba valley, my husband said, … Continue reading A journalist I am not (R)
On February 1, 2014, my husband had an itch to hike the woods around Pandapas Pond. It was a sunny, 50 degree Saturday after two weeks of sub-freezing temperatures, and we had seen pictures in the paper of folks skating and ice fishing on the pond. I asked if the kids and I could ride along. … Continue reading Walking on ice: a story in three pictures
One of my favorite things about winter in the Appalachians is the juxtaposition of green against white. Whether moss, lichen, rhododendron, or fern, there is something hopeful about green vegetation pushed up against a fresh white snow. It reminds me of the persistence of life, despite harsh conditions. I also love winter in Appalachia for … Continue reading Nature as ice sculptor
