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a shop window in Montpelier
ice!
snow!
graduation
graduated!
the sun going down on graduation evening
with the moon already rising
I give, from 10-29-09
I wanted to do a post today. Usually I post much earlier. This is my fourth try.
Each time--writing about a book, about my writing process (ok, obsessed), and even about a single picture I had taken on Tuesday--I was not happy with what I was doing.
I kept wanting to include not one but three pictures. Just a minute ago, I interrupted my last attempt to post so I could accompany my 16-year-old to the door. He was leaving for a late basketball practice.
As I shut the door, I saw the last light of day caught in this dogwood tree. And I thought, I give, as I went in search of my camera.
VCFA visuals #5: a river really does run through it
downtown Montpelier
I have this thing for the ocean. But in a pinch, a pond, a creek, a river will do.
The Winooski River flows through Montpelier, Vermont. From the balcony of the old Victorian, we could actually see the river.
And when I was out running, I discovered the cool bridge below:
the cool bridge
Look one way, and this is what you see.
Look the other, and this is what you see.
VCFA visuals #4: july 4th
walking behind a Midsummer Night's Dream
red, white, and blue houses
VCFA in the parade
VCFA visuals #3: remembering the stones
a row of stones
a locked door
in a little stone house
a stone cracked open:
divided
mended
not alone
not
VCFA visuals #2: the old victorian
where I started each of the eleven days…
and where I returned each of the eleven nights…
it’s late
and I should turn off the light, but I wanted to share these photos from today:
echoing steeples and crossed wires
branching out
finding a locked door
textured contrasts, dividing lines
catching moments: sunsets santa rosa beach
april 1: pink and purple layers
april 2: arms reaching up
april 3: searchlight
april 4: the arc of the sun
childhood
shovelful
i never would have noticed before the words
lots of pictures these days
the words are going elsewhere
storms are swirling the clouds
leaving light i never would have noticed
are there enough
are there
enough
poems
about leaves
shapes: amelia island
the ocean in september was all about color
the ocean in november is all about shape
it was the moon and is dawn
reading, now writing
imperfection
writing group week
tree shadows
good food
good wine
the wind in the leaves
And all the while, we're reading--40 pages a person--and talking about writing, writing, writing.
day dreams
- Several years ago in a used bookstore in Columbus, Georgia, called “Beetlebinders” that now no longer exists, I found a very old book called Day Dreams.
- It took me a minute to figure out that the formless white shape on the cover was a genie being released from a lamp. Reading is a lot like rubbing the lamp.
- Day Dreams is an anthology of poems selected by Daphne Dale. One of my favorites (by an anonymous author) is titled “The Things in the Bottom Drawer.”
- It was published in 1892. For Christmas that same year, Ralph Davis’ mother gave this book to him as a present.
another last night in Rome
Saturday afternoon filled with colorful sidewalks
big Pantheon circles
small doorway circles
colorful rectangles, big and small,
then this morning, airplane difficulties and another last night in Rome...
over the weekend at sea island
I went sand gazing
saw a star landing
and star light
some shells all curled up
some open and letting go
I was charmed
