Riffing on Roses
Lately I’ve been playing with roses, photographing them at different stages in bloom, at different times of day, against varied backgrounds, just …
Lately I’ve been playing with roses, photographing them at different stages in bloom, at different times of day, against varied backgrounds, just …
“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road. I see the strength—tawny skin …
I wanted to share this, a beautifully written post about women and writing and a review of Terry Tempest Williams’ book …
Last year the oak trees behind our pool were alive with buzzing bees. Always, at any time of day or …
I stumbled across him by accident. One thing led to another and another, the way it often happens surfing the internet. …
“This is where it all begins,” Dale whispers to me we take off, rising through layers of clouds thick as …
Out of the dark blue sea rose a lush-green mountain ribboned with cascading waterfalls.This was what we saw after 29 …
[Click Here for Part I – Catching the Dream] We married on the fly. I had no wedding gown, no …
Waterholes, whether in the wild or the backyard, are natural gathering places for wildlife and people who like to watch …
Every time I write about nature I get deep into human consciousness. You can’t really separate the two. There is …