East Acre Wood

Nature Study

Birds and bees and bugs and trees and rusty bits of this and that,

Digging holes and finding bones discarded by the neighbor's cat,

Raking leaves and stacking stones, and weaving vines and wire,

Stiff and sore from turning soil is the life that I desire.

Look at Me! Ouch!!

Last night, the little girl dog went flying off the bed like Bat Girl, chasing after her brother—The Joker. Anyone who knows anything about Jack Russell Terriers knows they’re very, very funny. I couldn’t love these two more, and like any parent of any creature, I always feel sad when they hurt.  After her leap into mid air, Emma has found that she’s not as young as she used to be, and landing hard doesn’t come as easy as it once did. She’s very sore today, and not moving so quickly. She’ll recover, but she won’t be flying again anytime soon.

Nightmare on OCD Street

Erik, Far and Away

Someone we love is far and away, approximately 7,000 miles from home in Afghanistan. Working long days in extreme heat searching for explosives, supporting the war on terrorism. I know little about the territory he's in, and nothing about what it must be like to lie in bed at night trying to sleep with the sound of rocket fire nearby. I will never experience life in the middle east, and I'm not in favor of war. But I am proud of Erik's mission, and I know him well enough to know he'll always do the right thing. God bless Erik and keep him safe.

Papers, old and new

Making paper, digitally. From the garden, through the lens, uploaded, cropped, sized, colored, filtered. Perfectly, imperfect. But nothing like these: University of Glasgow Special Collections.

Red Steer