There are situations where I know exactly what to do. Someone needs information, and I can find it. Something needs to be organized, so give me the pieces. There’s a problem with a possible solution, so let’s figure it out. Doing something feels good because it gives us somewhere to put our concern. The harder… Continue reading

I have taken a lot of pictures behind the puddle. Birds, geese, mallards, pinecone, Stella and Stanley, Shelly, whenever Shelly has been willing to cooperate, sunsets, rain, the water, the girls, and the dogs. Things I wanted to remember. And plenty of pictures where the thing I was trying to photograph is technically in the… Continue reading

The leaves are changing. Which means I have begun doing something humans are remarkably good at. Thinking about when they will be gone. I look at a beautiful tree and part of my brain immediately says: Enjoy it. It won’t look like this much longer. Technically true. Not particularly helpful. Because if I’m not careful,… Continue reading

Some days behind the puddle, absolutely nothing happens. At least nothing that would make much of a story. The birds come to the feeders. A few geese may wander through the yard. The fountain keeps running. Pinecone might make an appearance, although apparently Pinecone does not feel obligated to maintain regular visiting hours. The dogs… Continue reading