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Mr. Snowman

#SOL16. No.15. In my back yard, a lone snowman stood, quietly smiling. Though temperatures were getting colder, he kept smiling. When the wind blew hard, he still smiled. Maybe it was Mandi’s red scarf around his neck, or Mike’s black sock hat on his head,...
Takeoff

Takeoff

#SOL16. No.14. Engines roar. We rise to the west. Water becomes clouds, Clouds become water. Where ocean and sky meet, I do not know. –On a winter departure from Santa Anna, Orange County, CA Slice of Life Read more about a slicing life and a great community of...

A Song is Singing

#SOL16. No.13. Outside the temperature is 44, but feels more like 37. A cold rain is falling. A trace of someone’s wood fire is filtering through the woodsy, mossy air. Inside my kitchen is toasty, warmed by the aroma of breakfast–coffee, bacon, an omelet,...
Growing Together

Growing Together

#SOL16. No.12. I The inspiration II The poem Growing together As years slip by, Sharing the earth Our roots entwined. Steadfast we stand Sunshine and rain, Faithful and true My Love and I.   Writing about my writing The afternoon is perfect for a garden wedding....
I heard his chirp . . .

I heard his chirp . . .

#SOL16. No.11. I heard his chirp–a tiny, hopeful chirp. Then I saw him, perched on the railing next to my table. Plain brown, no fancy plumage. He cocked his head, this way and that, stretched out his neck, ruffled his feathers, and chirped again. Brave little...
The Assignment

The Assignment

#SOL16. No.10. June 2014 Somehow, from somewhere, a notice about an email drawing class came to my attention. I was intrigued by the idea of taking a course via email. And I’ve always wanted to do more sketching, more drawing. I believe drawing goes hand in hand...