I see…I write…I am.

pictures, poetry and thoughts on the human experience.


  • Colorful guests mingle,

    ignoring the drab locale,

    in favor of fun.

    Went for a photo walk to one of my favorite forest preserves.  The big difference is that this time I was walking it with my camera, every other time I’ve been there, I’ve been on horseback.  It is truly amazing how a different perspective can make such a huge difference in how one views, well, just about anything.    While I’m excited about taking my camera on some rides, I am so glad that I walked the trails that day.  If I hadn’t I would have missed the party…and one should NEVER miss a party!  Especially such a bright happy party that occurs in the middle of the winter dreariness.

  • Winter avian treat,

    Exposed to winter’s harsh breath,

    Crystalized beauty.

    I was busy doing my morning chores one day this winter and I happened to glance up and see these beautiful berries.  What a common occurrence, we get so busy in our lives with chores, tasks, lists but how often do we suddenly find ourselves seeing something beautiful in the middle of our mundane activities?  I was cold, my feet were wet and I needed to pee…but after seeing this, the urge to run and grab my camera was much more important.  Shouldn’t we make space for beauty in our daily lives?  I think so.

  • Alone in the cold,

    Reminiscing of the past,

    Waiting for sunlight.

    I saw this while out one Saturday afternoon, killing time while my daughter was at a pottery class.  Every day on my way to work I drive past a nondescript commercial building, who’s only distinguishing feature is that there appears to be a trailhead of sorts out behind it.  Recently, our town’s park department was out there, busily putting up a park district sign and the required garbage can, and Voila!  Another place to walk and explore!  So I did just that, walked, explored and looked.  This flower head just caught my eye, with its dark simplicity against the white snow.  Even now, this photo speaks to me of our tendency to withdraw from the world during winter, enclosed and waiting for the light and warmth to return.