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Tuesday, 29 July 2014

2 August

in the quietude

in searching for the way

it is sometimes necessary

to seek the stillness

~ ~ ~

30 July

On Saturday I went to an old fashioned fireman's pump muster

this was the bus that transported one of the teams

I used waterlogue

and a few other apps that had filters

Also, I put this into one of the apps that has a depth of field

filter. It looks as if the bus is a toy but it is a full size bus. 
I just play around with many of them until I find an image I like.

I layer them as well sometimes saving the image and then 

opening the new image up in a different app to edit it some more. 

29 july

Gerry 5

the old fire pump

at the Newbury muster

Sunday, 27 July 2014

27 July

every evening

i hear their screen door whack behind them 

as they walk the beach together 
in the shallow of the waves
holding hands 

 battered and blasted by the thrills 

where they have dabbled

they stand in the moonlight



finger by finger

they unfold their gift 
and offer it to the universe

two stained hearts 
 in one hallowed center

once i thought that we were lost

now i know the universe

reveals itself

when raindrops fall on summer pavement



27 July

Jack's Eyes

Upside down

Seagull's breakfast 

From behind

at the beach


I'm not sure who Paul is but I sure wish he would pick up his cup. 

Saturday, 26 July 2014

26 July

Not exactly modern architecture but it's not exactly ancient either. Everything is relative I suppose. 

My daughter Hannah getting wet at the beach. 


modern architecture

Thursday, 24 July 2014

24 July

hannah's hands

these were the hands that reached out for me at the very moment of your birth

i've held them in my own hands as you crossed the street 

or needed a bit of reassurance 

i've felt their soft and tiny fingers brush against me as i held you 

in the night

i've seen them wipe away tears you cried when sadness came

and circle around a steering wheel when you learned to drive

now that you are 26 

i don't see those hands as often 

as i'd like to


yesterday i sat on the beach and watched as they played with 

a pile of sand

and though you didn't notice

i was at once transported

marveling and humbled

at how much love 

one is capable of holding in a pair of hands

Monday, 21 July 2014

Sunday, 20 July 2014

20 July

 You once told me  that I had no passions

 now I know

 that my words hum with magic

While they swarm above the forest floor

And jump from low hanging branches 

  dancing in the twilight of what 

you only dream of 

I am a creature that thrives in the approaching  storm

You are without

you are without

you are without


Friday, 18 July 2014

18 July

we walked over to the park to watch the women's softball game

and walked along the fence

and ate graham crackers

and drank ice tea with a straw

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

16 July

I used a few different apps for this.

unfortunately I can't remember exactly which ones.

next week I will be more careful to remember

in the meantime here is what I think I used


distressed fx


icolorama -i haven't really been able to figure this app out yet though

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

15 july

my father's typewriter

When I was a girl my father typed a daily column for a Boston newspaper on an 

old school typewriter much like this one.

I remember hearing the sounds of his fingers on the keys as he typed.

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