in a fey light
there is more hiding in plain sight dancing in the light within the cracks and the concrete. Continue reading in a fey light
Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
a last dance with summer
the duality of late summer cool nights dance a last waltz with the sun as it dips on the horizon and the death of colour revealing the structure of the fallen leaves at my feet. for the weekly photo challenge \\\ structure Continue reading a last dance with summer
this august day
of morning dew on my shoes and wildflowers swaying, with irish up ahead, i am lost again with my lens capturing sunlight. for the wp photo challenge ///elemental Continue reading this august day
exposure
courage is when it’s all sideways in a travelodge motel, staring at four walls soul in hand, seeking hope. Trumpet vines (Campsis radicans). Their strength of will, their wild beauty enchants me. May those in need of some of that, be blessed with their will to be. Continue reading exposure
for the 💚 of ferns
for the lights that dance o’er their fronds, for their textures, for they enchant me for the weekly photo challenge /// textures Continue reading for the 💚 of ferns
perspectives
back through the quiet village streets after drinking to a new moon in leo with some mead wine we dined on a lovely red sauce and pasta and out the window i spy a Trumpet Vine, so afterward riding home admiring the stars above below me these two wheels that take me a distance from where he had become consequence truth evolved lies lying prostate … Continue reading perspectives
sweet sophie
scared away by the strangers and the noise of her owner’s death until one quiet night she caught sight of him, that one she had chosen so many years ago when he was more a stray than her, knowin’ she was always his familiar. Continue reading sweet sophie
satisfaction
solitude, am i at rest, here, at peace, in prayer quietly i am for the weekly photo challenge /// satisfaction Continue reading satisfaction
the wind thru the chimes
sheltered from the gentle rain falling thru zigzaggy leaves of the black walnut tree out here within the in-between of broken things have come new dreams refreshed from the journey and this place of my own creation the spirit sings awaiting on the wind to kiss my chimes as i say goodbye to past desire inspired by solitude a sacred place to call my own … Continue reading the wind thru the chimes
in my rearview mirror
it was a day of unusual things as many were with Tim, splendid, horrifying, heartbreaking, rarely ever dull. for the weekly photo challenge // unusual Continue reading in my rearview mirror
after her
she waited, you know, until the men had left and slipped away with just the women, taking deaths outstretched hand. and now, that she is ashes, and her stories told, and her boys have gone back home, once again he sits there on my velvet settee with our coffee i watch him surrender to the loss of her. Continue reading after her
i of as i
these tiger stripes upon my thighs trace every gain and every loss, of weight, of men, of days, as many pounds shed as tears through the years as gray hair upon my head. Continue reading i of as i
within
to capture a thing first one must seek it’s very soul, and set it free. Continue reading within
by PaulaB 