“Oh my God, a lady’s slipper!” I pulled the camera out of my pack as I raced to the side of the road. I crouched down and snapped pictures as our nine year old son giggled. “I guess Mom likes lady slippers,” he said. I looked up and saw two more lady’s slippers, and then … Continue reading When nature is allowed to be nature
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
Summer, fall, winter. We’ve spent one of each here in the Appalachian mountains of Blacksburg, Virginia. And finally, we get to see spring. We took a walk at the Falls Ridge Preserve on Sunday, a 655 acre plot of land owned and maintained by The Nature Conservancy. It’s only about 15 minutes from our home, … Continue reading Branches, buds, and blooms: Appalachia in April, a Photo Essay
“…The Color Purple (this color that is always a surprise but is everywhere in nature)…” – Alice Walker I’ve been reading Southern women – I turned the final page of Eudora Welty’s The Optimist’s Daughter last night, and tore through Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood before that. As I read those, I waited impatiently for either … Continue reading The Color Purple
I had a great post, all ready to go, about how we organize the books on our shelves (exciting, I know), when I saw the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life. I had a typical day planned – cooking, groceries, cleaning, cooking – with the addition of currently atypical good weather and … Continue reading A Day in the Domestic Life: Cooking, Cleaning, Playing, Drinking. Spring Break Photo Essay.
After three years in Minnesota, I keep wondering when winter will arrive in Blacksburg. It’s January now. Shouldn’t I be warming my mug so its cold, greedy clay won’t suck all the heat from my coffee? Or pulling our down comforter up to my ears rather than kicking it off in the middle of the … Continue reading Waiting for Winter