All the furred and feathered friends of Yaquina Bay have been very excited, flocking and frolicking around. . . . → Read More: egg season
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All the furred and feathered friends of Yaquina Bay have been very excited, flocking and frolicking around. . . . → Read More: egg season
I am placing this image of nine-years-ago Quinn drawing a whole bunch of baby dinosaurs “standing on the floor of the egg” here to signify that there’s a lot of writing going on, gestating behind the scenes. The sun ball lamp might be my egg incubator, and I am waking up early to . . . → Read More: tender and mild …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 They might just be three little birds, but they remind me that every little thing is gonna be alright. That doesn’t mean it will be easy or that there won’t be fearful things. It means this too shall pass. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ three little birds ~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 absorbed other posts you may enjoy:~quinn’s thirty-ninth month~ melody, harmony, rhythmequinox and beyond~a month of . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ embryonic
other posts you may enjoy:a valentine’s day in the lifetidepool immersion ~ between scattered showersequinox and beyond~this moment~ raspberry . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ happy rainbow easter monday! it’s an overdue, overstuffed rainbow of eggs and flower buds and all things symbolic of springing forth new life! hurray for spring! psst! rubber bands were a fun, accidental discovery for using what we had on hand for egg dying! pink: sunrise on sunrader red: . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ birds, blossoms and a rainbow of eggs ~written november 2018~ at times during this particular era of quinn’s childhood, i remarked about things he had said or done that day which i hoped to remember because they had blown me away. i know i only jotted down a small fraction, and then half of what i wrote turned to . . . → Read More: ~quinn’s forty-first month~ now i’m free! |
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