tidepool immersion ~ brooding and homing

I was looking for something that holds embryos in her mouth like so many words bubbling up, tumbling down column to pedal disk, to lodge in a fold of flesh and incubate and grow and become. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ brooding and homing

~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies

Collecting butterflies while not vacationing is a lot like practicing gratitude. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ collecting butterflies

tidepool immersion ~ possibility

Rich took the day off for our wedding anniversary and we got to go tidepooling together. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ possibility

~summer shorts~ survivor

Wings made of something as fragile as tissue paper or gauze stretched across the thinnest wire, would melt in heavy rain, would shred in strong wind, would shatter in a freeze. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ survivor

~rainbow mondays~ monarchs and miracles

Miracles… like a lost wedding ring found… . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ monarchs and miracles

tidepool immersion~blue inside

On the farthest stretch, the crabs are less accustomed to having to hide from hikers, and they plop and tumble into tidepools, scuttle and skitter under eelgrass clumps. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion~blue inside

~rainbow mondays~ blooming

Posting from Aurora, Colorado, this morning as we have been stuck in an epic airline debacle overnight on our way home from Adulting In Oklahoma Part II. It feels appropriate that there are so many pictures of columbine . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ blooming

tidepool immersion ~ pink moon low tide

I don’t often get photos of feather duster worms, so this was a special treat. . . . → Read More: tidepool immersion ~ pink moon low tide

~rainbow mondays~ vernal

 

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

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

~rainbow mondays~ being ok

One swallowtail hunkered down in the lawn, bobbing up and down as the wind went sweeping down the plain. Another I followed into the tall amber waves of grain in the back field, and located it two-thirds of the way down a stem, gripping on for dear life as each stem waved and whipped past its gossamer wings. I tried to take notes on how to ride out the turbulence. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ being ok