Going to work in the dark.. Sometimes the urge to capture a moment strikes when I least expect it. At a red light. Waiting. Thinking. Looking, and perhaps more importantly, seeing. This was our view (the car and me) early this morning at a stop […]
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A New Love There’s a new love in our lives. A tiny little bay house on stilts in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. A place where birds like this come to visit for a while, and wait around ’til you get a portrait photo. A place […]
Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.
Making gumbo together is a bonding activity. You need chicken pickers, sausage slicers, vegetable choppers and a roux maker. Part 3 of the Glover Gardens Gumbo Series.
This haiku is for every extraordinary woman who sometimes needs affirmation.
Even the most mundane things can be magic when you love to travel, like wet streets and traffic a chilly, rainy evening in Aberdeen.
A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.
The world already has enough conflict, strife and confusion; we don’t need beets to go around claiming that they can become pizza crust.
Oh how therapeutic laughter is! Can’t you feel it just looking at them? This is one of the favorite pictures I’ve ever snapped. I have no idea if it’s “any good” by photography standards, but it makes me happy every time I look at it.
A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.
A 7th grade essay sums up how gumbo got started for us: “My family has a 35-year history with gumbo.” Part 2 of a series.
