rare moments of clarity

                   that day by the lake  quietly absorbing the color and light          

on the surface

              “Light plays on the dark surface of the lake. Each afternoon your shadow walks beside you on the wall, and the days stay long and heavy underneath the distant rumor of the harvest. One more summer gone…”   ~ Dana Gioia            

spilt milk

          with the fear of stagnation she became a shapeshifter            

lakeside light

                “Our job is to record, each in his own way, this world of light and shadow and time that will never come again exactly as it is today.”    ~ Edward Abbey  

flight school

  the old rope swing     “You haven’t seen a tree until you’ve seen its shadow from the sky. ~ Ameilia Earhart