Thursday, January 31, 2013

Roan Horses

Whenever I think of Roan, I always think of horse. I don't know why, but perhaps as a description... the roan, like the pinto or the paint. Here my 3 sons, 10, 7 and 3, with Cindy and Bandit. These were 2 of the three the horses my mother owned when we visited on her ranch in 2005.

Sunday, January 27, 2013


                                          I always marvel at the special colour of Alder buds, somewhere between violet and grey seen from the side lying in shade, more brownish-red in sunlight, like here. I would like to include something roan in a story.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Listening to Reflection

There must be a mind to reflect on even the smallest being. Reflection: light writing down the silent story of things.

Saturday, January 19, 2013


Reflect, see, think, wonder. To mirror a life, a story, an ending. Reflecting on the unknown.

Thee benches looking out at the reflections of the sky and water remind me of a silent audience on the brink of discovery and adventure in the theatre of lives... the silent watcher, invisible witness and yet the cheer leader, the emotive audience which laughs and cries with the character as they struggle through their song.

Imprint, too

Sunday, January 13, 2013


" stamped into the night sky."

Also: "It was over, but there was still a vivid afterglow of the evening at the back of her mind...".

Where in your story will the new word end up?

Could this be a CUSP as well?

This is a new word in my vocabulary list, and what different things it can mean! Thank you for introducing it to me, LĂ©onie! Correct me if I apply it wrong.

Friday, January 4, 2013