By Jury S. Judge Sundial peaks cast their angular shadow By the way of blessed pines Light travels in splintered sheets Through the dense virgin forest Fiddlehead ferns unfurl nervously Look at the darker edge of green Soft moss responsive to rain...
Every time I sit to write a poem, essay, or even a journal entry, I sense the collective muse of women from the past, whose courage and vision allowed my generation of women the luxury and privilege of putting our pens to paper. From the Suffragists to the...
The beach has been calling me. I need the walks by the water, the reflection and the renewal. But I’m not up to the six hour drive it takes to get there. Consequently, I’ve been thinking a lot about ways to create that beach tranquility closer to home. My first...
And a bonnie Monday morning it is. Crazy beautiful here. Sunrise over the ocean out the front window. Clouds that form, right before my eyes, born like a creature from a bit of sea mist that grows into a whale or a unicorn or, in the case of the one that just...
I took this picture at my local arboretum. I was meandering around the trails trying to find something interesting to shoot—a flower, a bird, something “spectacular.” While trying to find the “spectacular” I just kept shooting what was in front of me—the trail. There...
