Over the Fireplace — Cheryl Dennis and I bought this painting outside our local Safeway years and years ago. He tells me that the style is not original, but it’s real paint on real canvas. All I know is that its beautiful, rich colors and rounded shapes make me happy. The Response: Easter Basket — […]
The Call: Colored Eggs — Jessica Twelve cups of dye — an infinite combination of colorful eggs. We’re getting ready for Easter. Response: Turning the Pages — Cheryl I read poems and stories hundreds — or even thousands — of years old, and I’m struck by the recurring themes: loyalty, betrayal, pride, honor, ambition. Perhaps […]
The Call: Striped Socks and Pink Bungees — Cheryl My pink and black Bellicon rebounder arrived on Saturday, and it has already gotten hours of use: by me and everyone else in the family. The Response: Good Friday — Jessica “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified…And when I am […]
The Call: Storm Clouds — Jessica The weather man said that we could see some rain showers “here and there.” It looks like our area is in danger of being in the “here and there” zone. Response: Liberty Got Wrinkled and Blurred — Cheryl When I saw this brand new flag flying at the driving […]
The Call: Willow Catkins — Cheryl Signs of Spring are scattered hither and yon, and it is heartening to see them. The Response: Scattered Thoughts — Jessica Playing with double exposures, again. My thoughts are as numerous and disorganized as the pebbles scattered around the ground.
The Call: Empty Frame — Jessica Somewhere I heard that a photo isn’t finished until it’s printed. Of the 29,000 photos currently sitting on my hard drive do you know how many I’ve printed? Less than 30. Isn’t that awful? Our walls are nearly bare and my hard drive is full — but nobody can […]
The Call: Neglected Kindle — Cheryl I’ve suffered from my fair share of writer’s block, especially in college and when I worked as a newspaper reporter. Now, I’m faced with reader’s block, a condition in which you just can’t force yourself to pick up a book and read it. I generally get in a chapter […]
The Call: A Ghost of Myself — Jessica To carry on with our Palm Sunday theme, I am always reminded by the readings today, that it was the women that stayed loyal (and close by) to Jesus until the very end — the women (one of whom I chose as my confirmation saint) and John. […]
The Call: Palm Sunday — Cheryl Holy Week officially starts tomorrow, but we attended Mass this afternoon, where the Passion was “relived” through the Gospel of Luke. Participating in the reading as a member of the crowd and yelling “Crucify him! Crucify him!” gave me pause and prompted me to think of the state of […]
The Call: Pixie in Catherine’s Lap — Jessica Just a girl and her dog… Response: One Expensive Dog — Cheryl We got Caddie from the Denver Dumb Friends League when she was about 1.5 years old. It cost us about $100 just to take her home, but that was nothing compared to what we’ve spent […]
The Call: Handwritten — Cheryl Over the years, I’ve started writing a number of stories and novels, but since I’m better at starting than finishing, I have nothing for sale at Amazon. The Response: Imogen — Jessica Next to taking pictures, I love to read about photography so I am very glad that there are […]
The Call: Paris — Jessica I was very lucky to visit Paris as a child. My father was in the army and we were stationed in Munich at the time. That giant Eiffel tower made a huge impression on my six year old self. So did Versailles for that matter. I was lucky twice and […]
The Call: Function Over Form — Cheryl I want to live in a poetic world, but the reality is that my life is written in prose. I imagine fancy tea parties with beautiful tablecloths, gorgeous bone china teapots, plates, cups and saucers. I own plenty of elegant accoutrements, but they are either inaccessible, inconvenient to […]
The Call: Icy — Jessica One last snow storm before spring gets a better foothold? I sure hope so. Response: One Shot; One Cool Effect — Cheryl I took my camera with me when I transferred Luke from the gym to the driving range. I’m glad I did. I found plenty to photograph and was […]