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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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It's funny how often the sky above me on my morning walks reflects my thoughts. This morning the sky was a swirl of grays, whites and blues. I counted three different kinds of clouds (don't ask me their names!) crisscrossing and dancing in front of a sunshine-rich blue backdrop. And that's pretty much what was…
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I followed a trail of silver moonlight from my bedroom to the French doors this morning. The full moon waited for me just outside. Good morning! it said. Yes, it is, I told it. I love seeing its beaming face watching over the Hollow, keeping an eye on things. I love how its light…
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A snapping turtle chased Tom out here one time. We've spotted several in and around our pond at different times over the years. Snapping turtles aren't cute and slow, like Franklin the Turtle, let me tell you! They can snap off a finger in a… well, a snap! Wikipedia even uses the term "vicious" to describe…
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My favorite frozen moments of this past week are these from a twilight walk down our road with Tom and the puppies last weekend. They aren't perfect photographs, but I chose them because they help me remember why we fell in love with Long Hollow. They remind me why all of the back-breaking work,…
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On any vacation, the things that make it the most special are those things you couldn't imagine beforehand… those little surprises that stick in your head forever. I had seen a photograph of Sue and Ron's backyard pond… I couldn't remember what it looked like exactly, but I knew it was really pretty and that,…
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Tom probably thinks so. But this is a cool picture, isn't it? Do you notice the close-up reflection of my face surrounding the door that's framing a reflection of my body? I wish I could say I planned it that way, but this is just one of the things I love about photography: I…
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Summers are riding bikes to Berkshire pharmacy for ice cream cones, picking dewberries in the horse pasture, the first stars silently watching a twilight game of hide-n-seek. Summers are hours spent at Astroworld, standing in lines, screaming on rides, flirting… days spent at Camp Warnecke, tubing the Comal, playing pinball. Flirting. Summers are flying down…
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Back in 10th grade, full of Texas pride, I got into a heated argument with my boyfriend, a fresh transplant from Baraboo, Wisconsin, over the merits of our respective states. I don't think he was trying to say Wisconsin was better than Texas, only trying to describe its beauty and merits to me, but it…
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