Night Shift

We’re camped at a place called Graves Creek. It’s midnight. The lantern glow and diminishing campfire flames, the nearby rush of river with rising shadows of mountains I can barely discern above silhouetted tree tops, and the oxygen-rich air of this rain-forest valley conspire to keep me awake by offering me an experience too wonderful to miss should I sleep. A Lunar moth with a body the size of cigar, its wings spanning at least six inches, flutters, heavily, to the lantern light.  It bounces against the lantern base, bumps the cedar tree, and then, with wobbling flight, continues its … Continue reading Night Shift

When Storms Come

Fall and winter equate to Turbulent times, but not just this year. No. Throughout history. I spent a few hours this evening going through a box containing memories: photos, letters, cards, school work I saved not only done by my children, but the children we fostered and my siblings, too. Memories of those whom I love and have loved. I see happy times within the pictures and read warming thoughts within the letters and cards. But times change. People change. Many of those young fresh faces so full of promise drifted away when storms came. Their storms. My storms. Yet I see … Continue reading When Storms Come

Tiny but Self-Sufficient

This last summer I had the pleasure of taking the oldest two of my granddaughters on a tour of the reportedly haunted Manresa Castle  in Port Townsend. After traipsing up and down multiple staircases, always on the lookout for anything mysterious, a bathroom break was in order. Imagine my chagrin when I came out of the stall to find my granddaughter smiling at me from on top of the bathroom counter. I almost opened my mouth to reprimand her, after all, we were inside a castle! Instead, after washing my own hands,  I smiled and took this picture. She is proud … Continue reading Tiny but Self-Sufficient

Letter to Donald Trump for Help in Fleshing Out a Character within My Fiction Novel

November 15, 2016 Note to readers: the following letter was originally written in August 2014. It has nothing to do with current politics. It was never mailed. You are welcome to share your thoughts on my questions. I’ve spent 2 1/2 Nanowrimos on this fiction novel so far. I wasn’t able to participate this November and sorely miss the opportunity. But I do want to thank all the writers over there for their help during previous years. Here was/is my “working title and cover.” It’s just something, you know, something. I kept this letter to Donald Trump within my notes because … Continue reading Letter to Donald Trump for Help in Fleshing Out a Character within My Fiction Novel

Gawdawful Creepy

Is it more frightening to hear something you cannot identify or to see something—a threat— you hadn’t realized existed? Would you rather be confronted by: A pack of Dire-wolves or grizzly bears? Angry Sasquatches or armed intruders? A huge Star-ship blasting beams of light towards earth in search of unwary humans or standing within a forest of brittle trees during a major windstorm? Yes, those are all threats you can see. But what about those sounds heard in the dead of night and in daylight hours that you cannot readily identify ? I’ve experienced a few of those and here are a couple of the … Continue reading Gawdawful Creepy

DEVELOPING YOUR EYE: Water

October 2016 Assignment: How will you interpret today’s theme? I love water, fresh, clean, water. I love the spring rush, the new buds and that time of year following the dead of winter when I breathe air fragrant with sap on the rise in the rain forest valleys. Revival. I love the smell of brine and taste of salt and capturing moments of time in the sand along the Salish Sea in the summer. I love the winds and moods of winter, the power of deep mystery upon fresh water lakes within the rain forest.   And fall water flow full … Continue reading DEVELOPING YOUR EYE: Water