Friday, January 08, 2016

::Feather Frost::

 This season...
 

Tuesday, January 05, 2016

::Barometers of Change::

It’s almost as though their small bodies are barometers of change. They all get sick at the end. Last night I cradled her feverish body in the crook up my arm. Her whimpers quieted almost immediately, and her breathing slowed as she dipped down into sleep. And that’s when I let myself remember. I have been here twice before, a fever-hot child in my arms the very week they are leaving me. They all get sick at the end, a lowering of defenses as they sense somehow that the world around them is about to tilt and shift. Again.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

::Second annual Montreal Christmas trip::


A few rules for those of us who love architecture: 1. Don't forget to look up. 2. Go up and down every alleyway you find. 3. Look at everything zoomed out & in.
 


Taking the long way around, we stopped at Parc Omega on the way home. It was particularly magical this year because the falling snow coated the animals in a white blanket.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

::They can't help it::

Every few movements becomes a dance with these girls. A slowing of the arm as they reach to grab a glass. A slide of the foot along the floor as they move from point A to B. A few full-body rotations when I half-turn would have sufficed. They can't help it.



Monday, December 21, 2015

::Christmas Ornaments 2015::

Year two of my Twelve Days of Christmas ornament series. On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me A Partridge in a Pear Tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Two Turtle Doves.

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

::Cottage Life::

 Cottage life: Taking everything slow. . . and eating a lot more food.