Tucked in

Delphinium from Morgan’s Garden




[Blossoms from Morgan’s Rhododendron Bush]

“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It’s not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can’t even remember your name.”
― Leonora Carrington The Hearing Trumpet 


Be alive

It is a serious thing // Just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

–Mary Oliver

From “Invitation” (Red Bird:  Poems by Mary Oliver Beacon Press, 2008)


Just a minor crumpling


Too bright, too brash, too too…



Another rain-soaked iris from Morgan’s garden.


A rain-drenched iris from one of my very favorite gardens. Many thanks to Morgan for so generously inviting me in.  More photos from her glorious garden in the coming days.


A subtle sweetness…

Peony 3

Ah, how fleeting! The white peonies are dead.  And yet, to my eye, their brittle, wizened skirts seem to flutter in the light; they sway with elegance and grace.


In this

Dandelion #4

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but when you start looking at dandelions up close, you begin to see (or “imagine,” if you insist) that they have different “personalities.”  There are “the divas,” “the eccentrics,” “the introverts,” “the lunatics,” … and on and on.  And each one dies in a way reflective of the nature with which it lived. Or so I like to pretend, at least, when I take their portraits.

This one makes me smile.  I think it is fairly stubborn. Maybe “head-strong” would be a good description.


Dandelion 2