Clouds
Clouds are my favorite thing about Florida. They are the part I miss most after living there, and the part I love most when we visit. I thought I’d share some with you here. Enjoy. Continue reading Clouds
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Chaperoning the fourth grade field trip to Jamestown, Virginia
Wet socks Wet toes Tangled hair Muddy shoes Bad coffee Drizzle Rain Gritty eyes Happy son. First of all, let me just say that teachers are saints. If you have a child, or even if you don’t, I’d like you to please take a moment to silently applaud the teachers who are taking care of … Continue reading Chaperoning the fourth grade field trip to Jamestown, Virginia
A journalist I am not (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)
Nature as ice sculptor
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
The 1977 Rolling Stone on our shelf: A Photo Essay
Amongst our Southern literature, children’s books, fantasy and sci fi, essays on world religions, and art books, we have a single magazine on our shelves: the Tenth Anniversary issue of Rolling Stone magazine from December 15, 1977. My parents saved it for me through the years because they know I love Annie Leibovitz, and the … Continue reading The 1977 Rolling Stone on our shelf: A Photo Essay
Views from the top of Virginia
The town was “between mountains so steep and irrational, they must have blocked most of the sun most of the day.” – Dennis Covington, Salvation on Sand Mountain I know exactly the types of places Covington means. In our explorations of the Appalachians, my husband and I have been in those steep mountains that obliterate … Continue reading Views from the top of Virginia
Butterfly Mind 