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the word: fun

You hear people say: words are just words until you live them. And a word you hear a lot : fun.  You’re not feeling well? Go have some fun. You’re tired? Do something fun. If I knew how to do…

soothing dynamism

Running horses? Relaxing? Is that possible? I was out walking in the woods. Walking. Not running. But watching Peaches run hither and thither. It had been pouring rain, so happily we had this lovely piece of outdoors to ourselves. I…

belongs

Remember that stream that Peaches was trying to reach – was it only a week ago? Maybe two. And yes, she’s incredulous. Spring. A time to be outdoors. Just being. Aaaaaaah. As I was strolling through the rainy woods today…

the real …

I left the lake today. The quiet lake. I took this photo to capture that: how fully I felt. The quiet. Very few people are around. But many are online. And so is so much else: lots of art. Which…

home again home gain loopity loo

It’s evening. I’m looking through my translucent horses to that snow covered lake. Perfect backdrop. It’s quiet. Good to be home. Good to feel the peace. And also, glad that I was in Bath. That my winter months were spent…

ice art

Seasons. Lots of wind in the night broke up the ice. Allowed it to shift into these shapes. Kind of stunning. The thing about living in such a gorgeous spot is that you realize always that all you have to…

The gift

River water! Ice is gone. What a gift. I walk through tall old growth pines. Over jagged rocks. Next to the clear river. All gifts. In Native American understanding, the earth was given to us. Every year, the animals that…

should-less

Years ago, I taught film-making to 4th and 5th graders who were struggling in school, struggling to learn to read and write and generally be there. The idea was to start with something they love and then make the other…

“No, not more snow!”

This is Peaches looking out at the Kennebec River on a BEAUTIFUL 50 degrees day in April. No, that is not a big fish causing the disturbance in the water: that is the rip, as it is termed: the river…