The Rockies are a forbidding place of boulders, wrinkled as elephant skin, but motionless.  Something seemingly intractable resides here in this landscape.

 Weather Moving

Yet, the water of the Tarryall river is flowing, speckled by light.  Snow has fallen on a dry… Read full post »

A spent yucca bloom holds shining black seeds.  The seeds wait to be blown or knocked out, to find soil and water.

Moon in its cradle of pine boughs - that color of blue tinged gold and purple.  There is a music with this shade.  Dusk is a sad-sweet… Read full post »

Anywhere is beautiful and what looks dry and dead, isn't necessarily as it seems.  Looking closely with my camera has shown me this.  Everytime I get depressed about being in an arid, somewhat dull environment, I head out with my camera and see what is beautiful.  The camera has taught… Read full post »

In my youth, we went to China Gardens once a month, an unremarkable Chinese food restaurant in the city where I grew up.  My earliest favorite was sweet and sour pork, because it was like a cake-battered dessert.  Plus that orange color delighted the eye. 

In the eighties, like… Read full post »

 Calla Lily

It is spring and we are losing our house after a long and painful struggle to hold onto this frayed American dream.  I walk past the neighbor’s yard with its calla lilies like withered brides and down past my friend’s house with its deep blue… Read full post »

flowers look wounded

Every year, spring felt like the greatest insult to me, as if the sun was shining too brightly on all my imperfections.  It was harder to hide in doors, harder to cover my body in bulky coats.  The very brightness of the flowers… Read full post »