Santa Fe, NM


Candy Rock, Stanislaus River

Today’s photo prompt is landscape. Directions include “in the style of Ansel Adams.” Not easy to do.   I scanned through my old photos and found these. Two places I love–my brother’s old property in New Mexico and the North Fork of the Stanislaus river, CA. I can’t tell you where because it’s a *secret* swimming hole.

Not too many landscapes in my collection. I’ll be adding some more soon. Long shot open vistas. Photos to expand the lungs and the mental viewpoint. Big deep breath nature photos. They’re coming.

Fooling with the cropping of the New Mexico photo, here are some options.  Let me know what you think….


Finishing Projects Wabi-Sabi Style

How to finish craft projects:
1.  Wait for a rainy day.
2.  Find some good binge t.v. show to watch (I watched and recommend The Bletchley Circle on Netflix. It’s a murder-mystery starring a group of women who met as WWII Code Breakers at Bletchley Park. A+ for character development and historical value!).
3.  Make, make, make.
4.  Take some pics.

The blanket isn’t done yet, but closer! The stripey circle pillow has been half done for over a year. Now it has a similar, but slightly different stripey pattern on the back and is all sewn up. It’s a little wonky, or should I say, wabi-sabi (the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection).

Embracing wabi-sabi is my m.o. these days. I have let go of trying to make things perfect. Small, spare, bent, broken, wonky–these are qualities to embrace. Even watching too much binge t.v. can be embraced occasionally.

I am hoping to give some homemade gifts this Christmas, but I’m a little stuck as to what to make for people. I’m hoping that I’ll get inspired by finishing up some of these other projects.

Are you doing handmade Holidays?  What are you making for people?


Cloudy Day at Oyster Bay

Dog walks in nature are good.  Crazy puppy can be off leash and risk sticking his nose in gopher holes.  Pupper runs and leaps, skips and jumps.The moment I try to photograph the Peregrine Falcon, he flies from his perch.  The thorned pod reminds me that Autumn is here, and the red berries, that Christmas is on the way.

A friend recently lost her pet.  I said, “when Krishna died I was so brokenhearted.  Like he, and only he knew me the best. Deeper than humanity.”

She said, “Right.  You nailed it.”

Got me to thinking about a favorite poem.


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver

I love the line, “you only have to let the soft animal of your body/ love what it loves.”