Friday, January 08, 2016
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
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
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
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
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.
Two Turtle Doves.