Thursday, September 29, 2016

If I could play


If I could play inside this dahlia I would throw my arms out so I could balance on the rims of the open petals and if I fell I would slide down into the orangy center and kick my feet up for a short rest. Then I would march along the purple soldiers giving them a high five as I went round and round. I might even play hide and seek in the center. Then when I'm exhausted I would wander out into the distant horizon and head home. But that's only if I could play inside a dahlia.

Monday, September 26, 2016

A conversation


Frog: Do you see the seagull?
Tully: No
Frog: Look up
Tully: I'm busy looking down
Frog: You're going to miss the seagull
Tully: You're going to miss the squirrel 
Frog: But I can only see up
Tully: Oh, I had no idea but can you smell?





Saturday, September 24, 2016

looking up


Sometimes when I'm in the studio and listening to my music my heart gets taken away to an image that has touched me, maybe in the same way that the music touches me. This crested caracara lives a full life inside my heart. I wish she lived a full life inside hers.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

come and gone


It had rained most of the day. I set up my tripod on the hill at 6:30 pm. I thought the cloud formation was beautiful, especially loving the blues and grays and reflections in the bay. I did not expect the following image to emerge 25 minutes later, I should have but I didn't. The surprise was like a slow building thrill that swept me off the hill and out into the saturated night.


Saturday, September 17, 2016

squirrel tales


She lives inside this old tree that flanks our view. She comes out early morning and late afternoons with her siblings to play and swing amongst the branches. But this evening she discovered us and went totally still. She stayed that way for a long time, even allowing me to go into the house and get my camera, set up my tripod and shoot a few images of her. Even Tully didn't move. She finally leaped into her hole in the tree, letting her fuzzy grey tail follow her in. I wonder what stories she had to tell...


Monday, September 12, 2016

on the wing


I wonder if she ever looks behind to see her beautiful wings. I wonder if she only sees what is in front of her. Maybe she has no idea how beautiful she is. Maybe she only sees what she needs to get her through her day. I wonder...

Thursday, September 8, 2016

wolf in the woods


He is a captive wolf being well cared for by humans who love him. He is unable to survive in the wild.  I did all that I can do by freeing him in a multiple exposure in camera. Now his spirit may feel the magic of the woods.