Bark Trio

Three trees.

Three barks.

No bite.

Chasing the Light

The moment before the putti arrive,













and the moment after they leave.

One Bridge

Hydrangea Heart

Oh, the hydrangea!
What's not to love?
Natural pleasure for all seasons.

The First Lady of Bell Buckle

-- my friend and niece, a black chow mix -- died today, taking a piece of my heart with her into the garden where her companions buried her.When I first met her eight and a half years ago, she trotted each day across the street into my yard, where she greeted me, sniffed, and moved on. Soon, she lingered, joining me on the porch for a scratch, and later for a nap on my feet.

She was too big and dignified to sit on my lap or lie across my body, but she was not beyond wiggling and talking when any friend walked through the gate. She made everyone feel like a member of the family, especially me.I love Lady, I shall miss her lying across my foot, perking her ears at her name, and I shall miss her friendship.

Snow!

Even the pansies smiled.

Gifts

The best gifts are timeless

a toy

a bike shirt for the nephew who loves clothesjust-right snacks
an inheritance for the niece before death

Railroad Park

Sometimes, Birmingham does the surprisingly right thing -- like building a Civil Rights Institute and now a downtown park open to all.

Railroad Park runs along four city blocks dividing downtown from the southside. In my childhood, trains competed with billowing smoke and the fiery glow of furnaces smelting ore. Now, in the post-industrial era, folks skate, skateboard, walk, exercise, play frisbee, walk their dogs -- mix and mingle in ways outlawed then.

On Christmas Eve, my niece, two great-nieces, and I wandered through the park, where the homeless and monied, young and old, black and white and hispanic gathered to enjoy the brilliant blue sky and gentle temperature of a mild winter day. Before she died, my friend Kathy Kemp wrote a lovely article about how Birmingham amazed her. Me, too. I shall return to the park often for a city idyll. (And next time I will have my camera!)

Winter's Silhouettes

Winter scherenschnitte.

Solving Puzzles

Research suggests that a proclivity for solving puzzles staves off memory loss, Alzheimer's, or dementia. If so, I should be in good shape, as there is almost nothing I enjoy more than a challenge and the frustratingly slow steps toward conquering it.

The challenge I refer to at this moment is my annual Christmas book for the children.

First, I had to decide on the topic.

Then, I had to decide on the genre.

Next came composition.

Finally, construction.I am feeling powerful, enjoying the rush of completion and pleasure in the work.

Bring it on, Santa!

Now you see it

now you don't.

Big moon Sunday.

No moon Monday.

Fog today.

Atmosphere, thy name is Sewanee.

Exhaustion

is exhilarating when it follows creation.

Salt Marsh Tiger Moth

What a mother! She beads
eggs like pearls on grass they need,
knits blade and wing together
to cloak them from a predator.

The Christmas book is done!

December Moon

Moon disk:
delicious
melt-in-the-eye
Merriment.

Picnik 2

With a desktop on the fritz and no access to Photoshop, Picnik provides an attractive alternative. Pencil sketches for the Christmas book might be just what I'm looking for.

Picnik 1

Exams, a new course, paper reviews, meetings, coaching, Christmas book composition -- all have temporarily replaced photography, except for this: the discovery of a free online photo program called Picnik.
Something more than a mind waster, I hope, though this I couldn't resist.

Dissipation

as if sky
were inhaling
earth

When it's too cold to melt

snow retreats into itself,
incising pockmarks,
frozen inverted orbs
like footsteps
weaving their way into woods.

Natural Glitter

All that glitters is not gold, but may be something better.

And so it begins

winter throws its first party.

Nutcracking Good Time

All over America, adults and children dress up for an evening or afternoon or morning of theatrical dance, whether WRIT LARGE (a la Balanchine) or small (a la name-your-favorite-local-celebrity). Like anything that rings of Christmas commercialism, The Nutcracker experience can be exhausting and, perhaps, even dull.

But not when one's own great-niece performs. Then The Nutcracker becomes miraculous and magical, all because of the youngest Candle Angel.

Bringing in the Sky

I cannot have too much sky,
inside or out.

High Wire Act

Vapor trails stripe the sky turning winter flannel into summer seersucker.

Cheer!

On a cold day, feeling overwhelmed by work, a little cheer goes a long way, especially when it comes in such small packages.

Writer's Block

hurts.

Even more than the 19-degree temperature. My brain is frozen.

How to make another book for four children that's entertaining, informative, and memorable.

Who gave me this assignment anyway?

Oh yeah. Me.

Stuck, that's what I am, like this flea beetle permanently captured before leaping.The Flea Beetle

Perched atop a slender stalk,
this little bug never balks.
Think he's scared? Why no, you're wrong!
One quick jump and then he's gone!

I'm balking.

A new toy

awaits.2 X 3 photos, printed on sticky paper.

A perfect fit for this year's Christmas book, a tiny collection of tiny poems with tiny pictures of tiny bugs.

Mini-me-power!

That Time of Year

Christmas lights a-coming now!

My down-the-street neighbors have gone green, an appropriate color for the home of two professors in geology and forestry. Another across the street has looped tiny white lights light a big ribbon across her porch. The Lemon Fair twinkles with colored C-4s, making a little magic on a foggy day.
Give me those lights, lights, lights!

Layered Light at Twilight

Fall by Edward Hirsch

Fall, falling, fallen.
That's the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
With the final remaining cardinals) and then
Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last
Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground.
At twilight the light, too, is layered in the trees
In a season of odd, dusky congruences—a scarlet tanager
And the odor of burning leaves, a golden retriever
Loping down the center of a wide street and the sun
Setting behind smoke-filled trees in the distance,
A gap opening up in the treetops and a bruised cloud
Blamelessly filling the space with purples. Everything
Changes and moves in the split second between summer's
Sprawling past and winter's hard revision, one moment
Pulling out of the station according to schedule,
Another moment arriving on the next platform. It
Happens almost like clockwork: the leaves drift away
From their branches and gather slowly at our feet,
Sliding over our ankles, and the season begins moving
Around us even as its colorful weather moves us,
Even as it pulls us into its dusty, twilit pockets.
And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

Happy Accidents

Sometimes, the accidental is more artistic than the arranged.

Call it a "happy accident," and me happy too.

Reflection

As sky and leaf appear in water's surface,so mother sparkles through daughter.

Spots of Red

Amid the browning of winter, these spots of red.

A Niece's Heart

Eatherley's heart
grows,
blooms,
brightens a room:
an arrangement
of her own making.

The Show Must Go On!

An Asheville outing: puppets and Aesop, blasts of Arctic air, The Laughing Seed, a photo op on Wall Street, Woolworth Walk, and ice cream. (Adeline's good taste in clothes extends to her taste in ice cream: bubblegum with chocolate.) Home again, the men of the family hang homemade Christmas lights, glowing like the two little monkeys who waited patiently for lunch and loved looking at the art. What delightful companions the Schultzes make -- any day!

Hiking Attire

Adeline has style.

She selected this fashionable ensemble for a wintry outing, earning the praise of a passing hiker who said, "The perfect outfit for the day!"Who could argue with that assessment?

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving after dinner served late in the day: a walk in fallow fields under lowering sky leaning mountain ridge -- dogs and children and extended adult relations wandered among loufas drying on chicken wire, blue tail feathers caught in dried grass, treed chickens. How lovely it is to live on the verge of yard and farm.