This is a photo journal I started in February, 2021. I feel like this year, the pandemic year, has slipped by. I think it is in part a reaction to this that I want to note my days as we circle back to the time of year when the pandemic started. I hope to post 3 pictures a day for 1 year, as both a record of my days and as part of my creative practice. For, as Annie Dillard wrote, “how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
2.21.2021 Ivy
2.21.2021. Home.
2.21.2021 Home
2.20.2021. Home. Making tracks.
2.20.2021. Garth Road. The snow doesn’t stay long in full sun.
2.20.2021. Home. A different set of tracks.
2.19.2021. Home. Silhouettes and Zelda.
2.19.2021. Home. Dogged Daffodils.
2.19.2021. Home. I think the chickens are very tired of the ice and snow.
2.18.2021. Home. Fairy tale characters in my back garden.
2.18.2021. Home. In February it is best to work by the fire.
2.18.2021. Home. More snow.
2.17.2021 Home. A suminagashi puddle.
2.17.2021. Home. The garden in mid-February.
2.17.2021. McGuffey Art Center. A corner in the studio.
2.16.2021. Home. The daffodils never seem to mind a little snow.
2.16.2021. Home. Thinking in reverse.
2.16.2021. Mint Springs. The Wind was biting but the walk was worth it.
2.15.2021 Home. Surprise gifts and a surprised cat.
2.15.2021. Home. That blue light never happens in May.
2.15.2021. Home. Blue.
2.14.2021. Home. Valentine’s Day.
2.14.2021. Home. Trying to stay warm. Yoga always works.
2.14.2021. Home. Sweet Moody loves a duvet on a snowy night.
2.13.2021 Home. Zelda is always so dramatic.
2.13.2021 Home. Working on winter linocut of summer bees.
2.13.2021 Home. I planted this witch hazel last summer. It was a gift and now it is gifting me little yellow stars in a white world.
2.12.2021. Home. A love note, from the sparrows.
2.12.2021 Home. Contrasts.
2.12.2021 Home. The juncos have come to the cardinal party.
