(photos of this glorious time of year) You know, I don’t like all stories. I was just at the “transfer station” (dump) where there is

Quiet. The lake is almost still. I love the lake when it’s still. Why is it so difficult for me to be still? Even slow

I don’t feel good – I have this kind of really lousy chest thing going on; so I used that as an excuse to go

I was so thrilled that I got such an early start on my day – cloth on the hill just soaked with dye. And then….

I have my ideas about the color of water. The water that I know. Water that I remember. But what color is water, anyway? According

Moving into fall. It’s the time of year where color is noticed. I mean noticed. Not that we aren’t super happy at the first shoot

Two days in a row. Polar opposites. How do we deal with unwanted, then – the so delicious? Yesterday was colored by news I wish

Did I ever tell you about my horse named Nydia? She was trained for competition in England before she came to us – my childhood

Color is the language of light…Light is the greatest unnoticed force of transfiguration in the world: it literally alters everything it touches… ~John O’Donohue, “Beauty”

September 27th: it’s hot outside. All summer we had cool weather. Rain. And now, the crowd has gone. The lake is a mirror of calm.