My Desk with Little Hands

244 :: My Writing Desk with Little Hands

my desk with little hands
and rose petals
because I want to remember writing here
at Old Gousty
with a view of the woods
Mary Oliver by my side
and rose petals
from roses Grandmommy brought me
and brought me again.
candles for night writing
and an old photo of Maude Louise
(my childhood Airedale)
all of this waiting for me
after Wallace falls asleep
and rain is drumming on the roof
quietly luring me
to my desk
to write.

236 :: The Roses

240 :: Rose Petals

242 :: More Rose Petals

Neighbors

229 :: Ted & Tali

The gift of good neighbors keeps on giving.

I met Ted and Tali when I was 10 years old. Exploring the forest and hills behind my family’s home, I came upon their incredibly beautiful farmstead and their far-reaching woods. They welcomed me to walk on the land, and I fell in love. 26 years later, we’re still talking about the trees and the paths and the landmarks we return to season after season. And now my daughters are learning to find their way over these same hills – and back again.

229 :: Lanham Love

Old Gousty August

213 :: Always Acorns

I’m catching up on photos from this glorious month, and I’m going to let Mary Oliver do the talking tonight . . .

216 :: Legos

In Blackwater Woods
By Mary Oliver

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

and long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

214 :: In Forest with Book

211 :: Giant Sandbox

212 :: Young Artist at Work

215 :: Flying with Uncle James

217 :: Meditation

217 :: Dark and Sunny Woods

218 :: Hers

219 :: Visitor

226 :: Nearing Dusk

227 :: Old Gousty Stump House

224 :: That Morning Light

224 :: Monitoring

226 :: Those Hands

226 :: Nasturtiums

227 :: Little Gousty Library

228 :: Cousin Love

228 :: Bud Buddies

222 :: August Glow

225 :: Papa

225 :: Water Cousins

229 :: Berry Hands

229 :: Berry Girl

229 :: 35 Pounds of Talk

229 :: Family

A Gousty Evening

203 :: Little House Light

Little house light with Grandmommy.
Golf lesson with Grandfather.
Wallace was captivated.

203 :: Golf Lesson

203 :: A Little More Golf

Ellen always finds the flowers.

204 :: flowers

More antics with Uncle Chris.

204 :: Airplane

And Julien, contemplating amidst all the cousin chaos.

What you don’t see is how completely overwhelmed I am feeling on this night.
Photography is good at hiding as well as revealing.

204 :: Contemplating