St. Roch Chapel, New Orleans I’m pleased to share that I have seven photos in Issue 3 of Barren Magazine. Each photographer has their own gallery which is very exciting. I hope you’ll visit mine and all the others. Much … Continue reading Photos in Barren Magazine
The autumn sun lights up foliage like tips of a candle flame, chartreuse globes sway in a warm Southern breeze, wind chimes tinkle a jazzy melody. All is peaceful when Mother is happy. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Autumn Light
“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a … Continue reading Caturday
Just a short post today to link to a poem I read this morning, “Sunday Morning in the Church of Air” by Catherine Abbey Hodges in Swwim Lit Mag. It’s a beautiful poem that felt like a breath of … Continue reading On Beauty and Poison
I’m so pleased to share that two of my NOLA based photographs are in the new issue of Barren Magazine online today. This issue is full of creativity and talent including poetry, fiction, and photography. Honestly, I’ve rarely seen an … Continue reading Photos in Barren Magazine
Viewing the world through freshly laundered eyes, details previously obscured pop like sparklers in an inky sky, closer now and forever imprinted, Kodachrome moments tucked into my hippocampus, treasured as a newborn babe. Continue reading A Change of Scenery
On 13 Days of Rain Hush now, dog! There’s nuthin’ on the front porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightnin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky … Continue reading On 13 Days of Rain
This gold and green shield bug was crawling around on my Crossandra this morning. His under side was an iridescent gold which I tried to photograph but it just didn’t translate well. Plus, he seemed to sense I was getting … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Shield Bug
Little Fat contemplates his options. Continue reading Caturday
Cicadas’ calls rise and fall on the waves of late summer. I snip and neaten heat weary petals – wait for nature to change her clothes. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Late Summer
