...then a day white with cloud cover.
One morning a slight pink glow...
...or gray as a storm approached.
Then the sun returned.
~*~
"In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong."
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
"In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong."
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
Each day the gardener performed her rounds...
...vigilant against the dreaded scarlet lily beetle.
Meanwhile inside, Cow characters danced
while wooden Cardinals watched.
A moth wanted entrance
but was denied.
The door at the bottom of the stairs
reflected a parlor scene...
reflected a parlor scene...
...then became a frame for the front garden.
~*~
Later, A ginger cat and the dear dog, lounging but alert.
Later, A ginger cat and the dear dog, lounging but alert.
Three more ginger cats downstairs:
1.
2.
3.
Upstairs
Three black cats...
...plus one calico
almost disappeared in sunlight,
and one very shy one
with a room of her own.
~*~
1.
Three black cats...
almost disappeared in sunlight,
with a room of her own.
Laundry was hung upon the line.
Every day...
...another pattern.
~*~
A path appeared...
Lead me to a shady spot...
...where jade Buddha
meditated.
~*~
"It was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one’s self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world.”
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
Black Bear-headed for the bird feeder.
The same black bear that visits every Spring, or perhaps one of her grown cubs.
~*~
The Scanlon/Henry Clan
"It was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one’s self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world.”
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
Black Bear-headed for the bird feeder.
The same black bear that visits every Spring, or perhaps one of her grown cubs.
The Scanlon/Henry Clan
Aunt (Jenny) and her dog (Bruno), Mother (Leone) and Daughter (Rachel), Husband (Tim) and the most delightful son (Justin)...
posed patiently...
...after lunch.
*
Husband (Richard) and cousin (Roger)
returned from an errand
*
Our wounded friend (Nina)
*
Husband (Richard) and cousin (Roger)
returned from an errand
Our wounded friend (Nina)
Sasha, an out door ginger cat
sunbathed with the iron rabbits.
*
Portrait:
Deeply soulful dog, Bruno.
Portrait:
Deeply soulful dog, Bruno.
~*~
“The process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.”
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
“The process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.”
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
Another path appeared...
...and lead to a road.
~*~
The photographer...
...and where she slept one blissful week.
~*~
“Find your quiet center of life and write from that to the world.”
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
The photographer...
...and where she slept one blissful week.
“Find your quiet center of life and write from that to the world.”
-Sarah Orne Jewett-
~*~
