Day 22 – Circles

Day 22 - Circles

Today is a milestone in my beautiful daughter’s life.  She has officially stepped onto the first rung of the teenage ladder.  It is bittersweet for me, as it is just one more step closer to her adulthood.  But for now, while I have her close, I will continue to guide her, to love her and to appreciate every moment, good or bad.

Happy birthday, to my sweet girl.


Day 21 – Stripes

Day 21 - stripes

I am looking out the window at a blue, blue sky at this moment and seeing some tall white clouds looming to the south.  It has been snowing on and off all day long, lake effect snow bands causing havoc with the strong, cold winds.  I am loving it, though the chill is starting to seep into my bones!  That is what winter in Michigan is supposed to be all about after all!  I braved the bitter wind today to get these stripes, a sign that is nestled at foot of a bridge not too far from home.

Snow anyone?  Bring it on!!!!

Day 20 – Outlines

Day 20 - Outlines

I have been tired today.  Bone tired.  After a week of fitful and little sleep, a nap on the couch while the boys watched football was in order.  The only problem with the nap?  It just wasn’t enough!  And it has left me groggy and at a creative low.

And so today I am left with that good old stand-by: Bokeh.  The bokeh today is outlined with a stroke and dissolved drop shadow.  And that is a good as it gets!

I pray the new week brings blessings to all.

Day 19 – Coins

Little penny in the water, can I wish on you?

Little penny in the water, can I wish on you?

Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

So, I was walking along the trails today, the air warm (for January), a light breeze, the trees surrounding me stretching toward the sky.  All alone, save the birds and leaves wheeling around in the air.  Then.  I heard a branch snap.  And my imagination ran away with me.  Could it be a wild dog?  Could it be a bobcat stalking my steps?  Could it be, *gasp*, an axe murderer bent on my demise?  My breath catching in my throat, I quick stepped back along the muddy trail, slipping here and there in the black mud, leaving my bogey man far behind me, hidden behind a tall tree, unseen by me.  I am sure he probably resembles a squirrel….

Day 18 – Something You Wore Today

We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Today, I wore stress.  I wore anxiety.  I wore anger.  I wore sorrow.  I also wore love, but it was layered under the stress, anxiety, sorrow and anger.

Day 17 – Button

For my girl...

For my girl…

Lady button-eyes by Eugene Field

When the busy day is done,
And my weary little one
Rocketh gently to and fro;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
When upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen –
Then from yonder misty skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.Through the murk and mist and gloam
To our quiet, cozy home,
Where to singing, sweet and low,
Rocks a cradle to and fro;
Where the clock’s dull monotone
Telleth of the day that’s done;
Where the moonbeams hover o’er
Playthings sleeping on the floor –
Where my weary wee one lies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Cometh like a fleeting ghost
From some distant eerie coast;
Never footfall can you hear
As that spirit fareth near –
Never whisper, never word
From that shadow-queen is heard.
In ethereal raiment dight,
From the realm of fay and sprite
In the depth of yonder skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Layeth she her hands upon
My dear weary little one,
And those white hands overspread
Like a veil the curly head,
Seem to fondle and caress
Every little silken tress;
Then she smooths the eyelids down
Over those two eyes of brown –
In such soothing, tender wise
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Dearest, feel upon your brow
That caressing magic now;
For the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again,
While upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen,
And the moonbeams hover o’er
Playthings sleeping on the floor –
Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes!

Coming in late because of a family situation.  As has been a trying two days.  I pray we are through the worst of it…

Day 15 – Things in Your Closet

Day 15 - Things in Your Closet

Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen by © Lisa Zaran

Death is not the final word.
Without ears, my father still listens,
still shrugs his shoulders
whenever I ask a question he doesn’t want to answer.

I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,
my hip leaning against the frame and ask him
what does he think about the war in Iraq
and how does he feel about his oldest daughter
getting married to a man she met on the Internet.

Without eyes, my father still looks around.
He sees what I am trying to do, sees that I
have grown less passive with his passing,
understands my need for answers only he can provide.

I imagine him drawing a breath, sensing
his lungs once again filling with air, his thoughts ballooning.


First off, my apologies for not visiting anyone’s posts as I would wish to; my free internet time is consumed, at this point, with A365.  Each night I try to look at every single photo posted – the average is 100 people joining each photo event – and giving words of encouragement to every one of them.  It is a joy.  It is a challenge.  It is rewarding.

Second, today’s theme was Things in Your Closet.  After a long day at work and what seemed to be an even longer time at the movie theater to see Le Mis (hated it and left at the mid-way point), my quiet house did not invite rummaging through the closets.  The handle of my skirt/slacks closet presented itself, gleaming brightly and, if I might say so, almost preening as if to say, “Look at me!  Look at me!”  And so I did!