fall

The words seem to have left me.
I look for them in the blueness of the tumbling fall
or the crook of a finger nail in the morning light.
When will the nagging pain go?
The one that winds it way up your throat when you swallow.
Looking out the window for the day that it drops
and we forget with a laugh
the way a child swoops with car in hand in the sand.

on meditation

“If you’re aware of what you are doing, you become aware of the pros and cons of each act. That helps you to control not just what you do, but what you think and what you say.”

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august: hot color

august: smooth as cream

breath-taking and inspiring

Rivaz

On rare occasions, there are those moments when all elements come together in a breath. Only Henri Cartier's words can describe it best: "To take photographs means to recognize, simultaneously and within a fraction of a second, both the fact itself and the rigorous organization of visually perceived forms that give it meaning. It's putting one's head, one's eye and one's heart on the same axis."

It was so, on the shores of la plage de Rivaz on the lake of Geneva, camera in hand as I was watching the boat to Montreaux take off. There out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy on the dock climb up on a post. My camera went up before my eye in what seemed to be an anticipated moment of unknowing. The boat's flag, his leap, my click - serendipitously united.

My beautiful daughter's first published poem! Oh am I a proud Mama.
http://www.kid-in.net/silver-cloud/