I have done a series of photos like this for the following words:


Emerge

these wordless minutes, the cool outdoors
stir in me how it was, through the sweep

of blue I remember, the slight turn of
a hand, fingers, the calm youth

I could have been. I sit in this wooden
chair watching my children play

again some game about a princess.
Would they have called at my door?

I was never the lover, but the lost
I was the glass waiting to be filled

the doorway, ever open. The tinged afternoons,
the longing, the long hair. My mother

put it in pony tails and plaits, as I do now for them,
the careful crossing of hair, coated rubber bands on wrists

or brush handles. The firm caress of grooming.
The jewel a mother can then give the world.

R&R

With the nice weather on Friday and a last minute blank on my schedule the kids and I went outside and played, built a compound and then I got in a spot of reading. Time well spent.

The cavalry has arrived!

That means I am really going to Cincinnati soon!

pleased #2

pleased

Ready for the day

Hand tinted

Becca

Classical

who is the fairest?

innocence

ministry

work work

after

searching