Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Just Beauty

  • Gone to the Birds – My Friday Favorite Photos

    "For Sale", the new sign says, and oh my gosh, why haven't I finished my book and become a millionaire yet so I could buy this property? It's posted in front of 'the park', one of our favorite walk destinations, and, yes, I did snap a photo of the sign for some strange reason, but no,…

  • A Nose Update, No Sleep, and other Thursday Tidbits

    The Nose I can't imagine – don't want to imagine – how it feels to have big chunks of plastic shoved up your nose filling up the entire space so that you need to breathe through your mouth but your throat is in red, raw agony from the trach tube shoved down it a week…

  • Pink Skies, Random Thoughts

    Pink clouds, pink skies have greeted my ascension to the dirt road the past two mornings … a nice change from the woolen grays and mist that have been waiting up there for me lately. I've noticed that a pink sky or one filled with clouds that look dipped in pink-orange paint lighten my heart…

  • No Red Moonbeams for Me … A Long Hollow Update

    "It's starting to feel more like Christmas to me. The temps are staying low, there's the smell of wood smoke in the air, my tree is up and decorated, cards are trickling in, and TG is home." I wrote this several days ago – just one of many posts that wither on the vine because…

  • The First Frost and other Friday Wonders (my Friday Favorites)

    Autumn hasn't finished moving in…one glance down the Hollow and you'll see plenty of green mixed with the golds and oranges, and I'm not talking about the leaves on evergreen junipers or live oaks.  However, this morning Winter reminded Autumn its days are numbered in the form of a light frost…sort of a white sticky…

  • Friday Favorite Photos… Autumn Leaves, Pond Fairies and more

    The falling leaves drift by the windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sun-burned hands I used to hold. Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall.  Originally a French…

  • Watercolor Mornings, Dancing in the Hollow

    Belle was just a shadow against the lingering night, but I spotted her looking in hopefully from the deck through the French doors. It's still too dark to walk, I told her. But she stayed. I could just make out her tail, now, like a clock pendulum: wag…wag…wag.   I gave in and headed out the…

  • When Exhaustion is a Great Feeling

    Take a beautiful sunset… …a full moon… …the Shake Russell Trio singing "Deep in the West" and other favorites (click the song link to hear it)… …a reunion with sweet friends… Dee (above) and Merrit (below) …dancing (I danced, too…but I don't let him dance with anyone else very often!)… …ping-pong (and another reunion with…

  • Drifting in a Sea of Grass (Friday Favorites)

    There was something different about my walk yesterday morning. It felt magical, like I was in a Disney movie… everything washed in a golden light. No humidity. No bugs. Just perfect. Dreamlike. Maybe that's it… maybe I was still caught in a dream, still a step behind from a late night writing. If so, it's…

  • Morning on a diamond-studded beach – my Friday Favorite

    A week ago (has it already been a week?) at about this exact time in the morning, I was walking along a near-deserted beach, camera in hand. I snapped at least a dozen shots of this one little bird – so you can imagine how many photos I have from 4 days spent there with…