Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the fabric of my photography, I wish to share the everyday miracles of God's creation. Writing with a blend of curiosity, discovery, and spirituality, I invite the reader-viewer along a trail of words and images; thoughtfully selected and graciously given.
This iridescent cloth of clouds; pastel linen sheets draped over the vault of sky, folded by invisible winds, covering this day with soft shade and the persuasion of sleep.
Often, when I'm reading prose, (usually creative non-fiction and nature-related essays) I discover during the re-reading, that certain passages sound very much like poems. I know this is nothing remarkable to writers and discerning readers, but it occurs frequently in my reading. This is my fourth example of "Found Poetry"...
When a sudden breeze skitters over calm water, silvering the surface, briefly wrinkling the glass of the lake, I am able to track the course of the wind, trace its path as it ruffles the water.
Another unexpected pleasure; watching wind.
This small gift, moving with swift grace, carrying brief enchantment, capturing the eyes of the watcher.
The soft silk of dusk slides slowly down the shoulders of evening, diminishing the colors of day. A comfortable darkness fills the space between our words; welcomes warm contact between our bodies.