Every transition to a new beginning must start with an ending, and the ending can feel like loss. There is no good path to the future until the past has been acknowledged and released.
I jumped into photography the same way I jumped into countless other things: enthusiastic, certain, and ignorant. At that time, in the beginning, I hadn't the faintest idea of how a camera worked, much less the chemical science behind film or printing. I had Ansel Adams posters on my bedroom wall and a book titled … Continue reading Rel__s_.
I'm working on something for tomorrow, and since I'm still working on it and it's 11:30, and I'm going to go to bed soon, I'm reposting from the archive. What I'm working on, for tomorrow, is about the South and living in the South and leaving the South, which I did when I headed to … Continue reading Something from five years ago that’s still relevant.
I've been thinking about dreams, and commitment, and faith. About heart and head, yin and yang, art and science. About how paths wander apart and then reconnect in ways that aren't always predictable. Taking that last metaphor forward, today's post is a trail that diverts a little from the path we've been on here recently: … Continue reading Something about faith.
Free write, with recipe links at the end: The weather turned completely, but not entirely without warning. The morning report, on the car radio, said the high for the day had occurred already, shortly past midnight. By nightfall it would be cold, with a chance of snow. It was a Saturday, our errand day. After … Continue reading The first cold night.
When weather allows, I walk to work. It was a practical matter at first; when my son got his driving license a year ago, it was easier to give him my car for the day than to drive him to school. Also, walking to work was, and still is, the only way to be assured … Continue reading Up until now…
Here's what I wrote, exactly one year ago: never, ever give up. I'd forgotten writing it, and re-reading it made me laugh. Because that's 2018 in a nutshell: the year of not giving up. Events of 2018 changed the course of my personal life in ways I'll never get over. But it pushed me to … Continue reading A few things: December 2018
We rose before dawn, in the dead of winter, when the only light was the moon's reflection on the Nebraska snow. We lived in a small, four-room guesthouse - a generous term, as the "guesthouse" was a two-story garage, the top half converted into living quarters: two bedrooms, each barely big enough for a bed, … Continue reading Sorry, the number you’ve dialed has been disconnected.