Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I sit on the back deck, glass of red wine in my hand, rocking back and forth, back and forth. Tom has to work late, so I'm covering the evening meal for him. Max is stretched out in front of his food bowl. Belle is just a few feet away near hers. The sun has…
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I stepped out into the gray dawn one day last week for a quick walk with the dogs before dashing off to a full day that would include the bank, a doctor's appointment, moving TG into her summer sub-let, a drive-by to pick up full size sheets and a hug from her brother at the…
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One September about twelve years ago I made a phone call to a previously unknown-to-me condominium complex in Port Aransas, Texas, and reserved a three bedroom condo on the 5th floor. I needed to escape. Not a permanent escape, of course. Just a few days all to myself, where I didn't have to cook anything,…
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A day with our kids and other families, swimming in a cold river, eating fresh pineapple, grilling burgers… a night spent laughing and dancing to Johnny Dee and the Rocket '88s… and then a phone call early on that Tuesday morning afterwards that made me realize how much I had been taking for granted and…
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There came a time in high school when I was tossed out of my comfortable social nest. The group I had identified with for years…clung to like a raft in the treacherous middle and high school seas…wrapped around myself like a safe (I thought) cocoon…well, they decided one day that I just didn't belong with them anymore. I racked my…
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The moment your baby is born, your heart grows so much with love that you think it will explode out of your chest. A second later, you have a vision of this tiny baby all grown up, leaving you to find its own way in this big world, and you feel the searing pain of…
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I came upon this field of wildflowers dancing in the wind yesterday afternoon. Sunshine plus a breeze plus a bouquet like this from nature equals a spring cleaning for my soul. No room left for any shadows. The photo doesn't do it justice, so close your eyes, take my hand and step into the field.…
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For the first time in years, I actually saw my mother on Mother's Day instead of telling her how much I love and appreciate her via a card and a phone call. It meant missing church and spending hours on the road Sunday morning, but Daniel (middle son) awoke early enough to send me off…
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Has anyone even missed me? For the past few days, I've been holed up in my office, focused in a way that's unusual for me, fueled with determination to finish editing photos from a shoot last month. (I know! Shame on me for taking so long! I do have the relatively good excuse of getting…
Long Hollow 