gratitude

~rainbow mondays~ suddenness

By marybethrew, on October 26th, 2020%

“astonishing in their suddenness, their quietude…” . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ suddenness

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building

By marybethrew, on October 25th, 2020%

…a never encountered dragon that could only be seen as a shadow or sometimes a bend in the light… . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building

~rainbow mondays~ soak

By marybethrew, on October 5th, 2020%

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ soak

tidepool immersion ~ disco doris

By marybethrew, on October 2nd, 2020%

virtual nature walk #1 tidepool immersion! . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ disco doris

~summer shorts~ star ecology

By marybethrew, on September 19th, 2020%

The invisible, inextricable linkages among members of an ecosystem sometimes reveal themselves when the system is under strain. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ star ecology

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ black holes and parabolas

By marybethrew, on September 17th, 2020%

Maybe life is a little like a parabola, you have to get to the bottom of it at some point, but you can look forward to it going back up on the other side! . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ black holes and parabolas

~black and white wednesday~ cycles

By marybethrew, on September 16th, 2020%

Hope is a renewable option; if you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning. ~ Barbara Kingsolver . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ cycles

~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces

By marybethrew, on September 15th, 2020%

Hundreds of geese huddled along the edge of the bay as we drove through foggy smoke after picking up pizza for date night at home. Robins had sat in the grass all day looking stunned. So much dryness. So much stillness after such a turbulent wind. The lawn crunched under my feet as I pick pears up off the ground, embarrassed by the plenty falling into my hands while others are losing everything, or still waiting to hear the outcomes of their everything. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ a list of emptied spaces