Rain, rain and more rain soaks us, yet the colors of spring turn the gloom into glory. “Harshness vanished. A sudden softnesshas replaced the meadows’ wintry grey.Little rivulets of water changedtheir singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earthfrom space, and country lanes are showingthese unexpected subtle risingsthat find expression in the empty trees”….Rilke

Pulling Weeds

“What is essential to practice the Tao is to get rid of cravings and vexations. If these afflictions are not removed, it is impossible to attain stability. This is like the case of the fertile field, which cannot produce good crops as long as the weeds are not cleared away.  Cravings and ruminations are the weeds of the mind; if you do not clear…

The Blue Cloud and The Coffee Cup

Why does it have to make sense? Life doesn’t. Lighten up, smell the fresh coffee and follow blue clouds whenever you see them.

Worried Blonde

There’s a particular stairway in the old section of Petaluma, CA that’s quite narrow. I have found that by standing right at the top of it, I’m often able to take some pretty good candid portraits of people climbing it. The dark smudges on the wall behind them as they crest the landing makes a rather good background. This lady with the furrowed brow…


A tomato slice, that’s all. Or is it?

Geometry Lesson at the Hess Collection

It’s not about the tones or the colors. It’s about the lines and their relationships. Period end of story

Tulip Close-Up #3

Looking closely, really closely, at something changes the object. I’ll have a hard time explaining this but essentially what I mean is that things are shape shifters and depend on how you’re feeling at a particular time and what perspective the object presents to you changes the your opinion of it. My new macro lens’ view of a dying tulip demonstrates, at least somewhat,…

Tulip Petal

Closeups are new to me. Here is my first one taken with an Olympus 60mm macro lens.

Low Fire

I find there’s something enormously powerful about flowers if one takes time to look at them closely. “Tulips shyly smiling, greet the springTightly closed when at First we meetTulips slowly opening, begin to singGaining volume Ever sweet  No longer shy, as days grow longer, Raising their heads They begin to flirtTulips dressed in many a colorBreezes swirling Each floral skirt Tulips, brazen painted hussies, Part their bright lips trying to…