Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I just finished a journal entry bemoaning my foster companion's tendency to redefine "walk" as "stand in the same spot smelling the same leaf" - only instead of my butt, the roots were growing from the soles of my shoes. Great minds... (My hair had also grown another centimeter, and I'd shed a full ...

dreams always speak the truth

A far cry from your original post, sorry - until after repling, I'd forgotten I'd had a handful of my underwater slides digitized, and hoped that the dog swimming was among them. It wasn't, but I got caught up in the momentum of seeing these again...

well-mannered dog
nose lifted to the breeze
forest secrets

does she feel it beckon?
does the wolf within stir?

OMG
when did I last change
the water filter?

Found a few U/W pix I'd digitized at my daughter's request for a personal portfolio she was putting together. They were done on a very inexpensive scanner and are of low quality, but for now they're all I've got. They show her at age 9 swimming in Laurel Lake. You can just barely see the dog's tail ...

Heidi, Kelly, Molly, Penny - I grew up with all these dogs, but they were family dogs, not mine. My first dog was Brandy - a black lab mix I got custody of after the divorce. We hiked & swam a lot of miles, that old gal and I. I was into scuba at the time, and dabbling in underwater photography, and...

ahh, snakes...


milk snake
variegated bracelet
around my wrist

hog-nosed snake:
all bluster, no bite
falstaff squamata

ribbon snake
my daughter's playmate -
if I catch it

.

old New England
pockets of wilderness
between the settlements -
fragments of primeval wood
shattered by civilization
dumbed-down remnants
of what was

love the image - evocative

summer trail
echoes of childhood
timeless woods

I think it's safe to say that there are times it speaks for all of us...

whereas up here, they're taught to hate the Yankees, but love the Sox - and the Bruins

Indeed...