Day #9 We have a large tree outside that, every day for the past month, looks like it has been through a terrible storm — branches and leaves litter our driveway and fall on our cars. Thing is, we’ve had no storms — or wind, for that matter. Meanwhile, our driveway and our cars are…
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A Photo a Day: In between cake and song
DAY #7 Don’t have much time to write anything clever or heartfelt or funny this morning. Busy sometimes takes over. But as I mentioned in my Day #6 post, it was my daughter’s birthday . . . and so, we had the requisite balloons and flowers and cake. Mostly, though, I put aside the camera…
A Photo a Day: Playgrounds and heartstrings
DAY #6 Today is my youngest daughter’s 17th birthday and I miss my little girls. They just arent little anymore. One is in college and way too busy to call and the other is a HS senior, getting in all the lasts of everything she can before she heads off to school herself. This letting…
A Photo a Day: Finally seeing what I don’t see every single day
Headed home to grab some lunch, but I don’t have much time today before I have to be back at school for a meeting — but with my camera slung over my shoulder, as I climbed out of my car, I suddenly saw the basketball net . . . the fire hydrant . . ….
A Photo a Day: My classroom supplies in black and white. Mostly.
Day #3 (and let’s face it . . . I’m really not taking just one shot a day because once I have my camera in hand, it’s kind of irrisistable . . . but I’m not knocking the idea because heck, it’s only Day 3. I might need a few single shot days!) Today, I…
A Photo a Day: a few minutes in the garden for a delicious blast of color
Day #2 I knew we had tomatoes, and maybe some greens, in the withering vegetable garden, so I grabbed my camera and a bowl. The zucchini and the eggplants were a surprise — as were all the green lemons weighing down the branches of the tree. Only one is just about yellow, but the rest…
A Photo A Day: MOMA, cityscapes, and a walk back home
Day #1. My challenge of a photo a day started with an easy day. Who doesn’t take their camera on a trip to the City, let alone a when you’re spending time at a museum? We had tickets to the Edvard Munch exhibit at MOMA and then took some time to peruse through other galleries….
Walking and finding our way home.
Sometimes taking a walk around the block brings you back to center, right where you belong. First you walk away, down streets that lead to town and then on dirt paths that lead you farther away from where you began. Eventually, if you’re lucky, the path leads you back up to streets you recognize, a…
Looking for Time in all the wrong places: thoughts on my blogging life.
Tuesday 5:30 AM: I feel like a country western song — you know, the one about not finding what you’re looking for — or the one about losing what you had? I don’t even know the right words for the picking of guitar strings, but I can hear the sound in my ears as I…
The curious nature of the moon and my blog: an explanation, a question, and some gratitude.
THE MOON: I love that the moon has so many phases — and that when you look up at it, depending on the sky and the light, you’ll see something new. There is magic in it — in the nooks and crannies, the craters and lakes. So last night, I grabbed that new Panasonic point-n-shoot…
Wander through a messy garden; dig up some writing ideas
I woke up thinking about my vegetable garden. It’s a mess. The cilantro was a brilliant flash in the pan but now there are only brown, stubby reeds left. The lettuce seems to be reaching for the sky — tall shoots with buds of flowers. It really doesn’t look like lettuce anymore, but more like…
Let’s Have Coffee and Talk Ideas (inspired by Steven Johnson’s “Where Good Ideas Come From”)
I haven’t written in a while. Sometimes, life is all about getting to work, driving to soccer practice, grading papers, planning lessons, and chopping veggies for something we might call dinner. Sometimes, the doing shoves the word-making, idea-exploring off to the side. And then you have a Saturday morning, where you wake up at 5:00…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 