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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

slowly

skillfully

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


Sunshine





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. 




wet


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

waterlogue

distressed fx

picsart

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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