“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.” – S.P.


white snow, bright snow


I love waking to snow gently falling and caressing the earth. I love the way the sky takes on this gorgeous gray color in those early morning hours during a snowfall. I love looking up into the white snow as it falls down on my body. I love how everything becomes so bright, so clear, so distinct.

oh, pumpkin.


For the record, I have never referred to anyone ever as “pumpkin.” Doesn’t roll off the tongue for me in the natural way that say…”peanut butter” does. And yes, I do call my kids peanut butter sometimes. They love it. Makes them think I’m going to nibble them. Which I do sometimes but just on their sweet little cheeks.




Puglia, Italia

I was mesmerized by what I saw at the cantina. And not just by the delicious wine, although that was of course our primary reason for the visit. Rough rope coiled over a smooth glass bottle nestled in a sea of tiny pebbles. The colors are some of my most favorite – the browns in the rope, the green translucent bottle and the white, cream and grey rocks.

Taking a different vantage point, I decided to shoot down onto the scene. Up close and personal. That’s always an interesting angle for me.

I decided that this image I may turn into an enlarged canvas photo for a wine lover’s gift.



“You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on.  One couldn’t die for you.  Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you.  But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered.  Since she’s the one I put under glass.  Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen.  Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies).  Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all.  Since she’s my rose.”

The Little Prince