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The smile is never far from her lips, the twin­kle is always alive in her eyes.  She dances through life, plucky, resilient, wise, play­ful. She taught me how to find my soul.  She is my muse and my mate.  She never flinches.  She never wavers. She takes your breath away. Happy Birth­day, T. I love you.

Worldly suc­cess has been elu­sive as has been sup­port where I live and work which makes me think I have mis­used my gifts.  Eas­ily refuted by rea­son and not a very exclu­sive club either. There’s going to be an end, a time when the lights go off, the vapor of life expires.  Then the brushes […]

I’m always say­ing to him, “If you leave and I haven’t rid­den your motor­cy­cle, that’s going to be really bad.” We had a big fight at the end of the block party.  Drunk, yeah.  And, can’t remem­ber what got said, but he says that he was a lot worse, kind of ‘I’m say­ing really shitty […]

Chief Mas­sas­oit sold the town to Miles Stan­dish in 1649 for some coats, hatch­ets and knives. The land was low and swampy in the east, ris­ing to rolling pas­tures and fer­tile ground in the west. The busi­ness of mak­ing a life played out over the gen­er­a­tions. Fam­i­lies set­tled, young men went off to war, fortunes […]

I come from a place where noth­ing was cer­tain. I lived inside my imag­i­na­tion. Every­thing around me I yearned for. The yearn­ing was deep and con­stant. The world stood still in a moment of time. The woods wilted and renewed. The things that men made decayed. Peo­ple didn’t have very much. The houses were sprinkled […]

Pond in sum­mer, taken with iPhone4, retouched with pho­to­gene I Wan­dered Lonely As A Cloud I wan­dered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daf­fodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Flut­ter­ing and danc­ing in the breeze. Con­tin­u­ous as […]

The Host­ing of the Sidhe The host is rid­ing from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte toss­ing his burn­ing hair, And Niamh call­ing “Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mor­tal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heav­ing, our eyes […]

Beach sky, taken with an iPhone4, retouched with pho­to­gene In between see­ing and not see­ing, there is a large space of not being aware. When you are see­ing, you find focus points, and skip from point to point as if you were rac­ing on stone out­crop­pings on a stormy beach. When you are not seeing, […]

When I take a pho­to­graph, I’m look­ing for the light. Then, as I retouch it, I’m look­ing for the impres­sion. What I want to accom­plish is to recre­ate the sen­sa­tion when we look at some­thing quickly and are left with equal parts dis­tinct and indis­tinct per­cep­tion. The meld­ing of the two states cre­ates an impression […]

In my imag­i­na­tion, I am hang­ing this can­vas when I feel a frost on my cheek and the lin­ing of my lungs ices over. I am drawn head­first into the inky blue light of the river. The crisp snow abrades my raw hands. The bark of the tree fall scratches on my shirt. The cold […]