of human touch
of human touch
while in self quarantine
a series of small observations
(a new photo project – ongoing)
Growing up, my mother used to boast that her kids didn’t need a circus. It was true, we were good at entertaining ourselves. Unlike kids growing up today, we were far from over-scheduled. There were just a handful of kids in our neighborhood and I was the only girl. Most days after school, my brother and I were left to our own imagination and creativity.
As an adult I have experienced some advantages from my upbringing. I am comfortable with myself when alone, I can still entertain myself and I still enjoy using my imagination. I don’t need to travel far. Often times it’s the simplest things that bring me joy, the small observations…I don’t need a circus.
while the sun shines
a day of warmth and sunshine
rare for January
the new year has just begun
tired from the busy-ness of the holidays
every bit of extrovert-ness mustered
has been used up
(exhausting for an introvert)
wandering alone around this farm
a breath of fresh air
before my hibernation begins
to sort things out
to accomplish some goals
to start on a couple of projects
to try something new
(in March I will be spending a week up at Maine Media College, participating in a workshop led by Cig Harvey)
Is it possible to teach an old dog new tricks?
I’ll let you know come April