The Response: Tranquil Scene — Cheryl Looking at a scene like this makes me think that I could be indolent there.

The Response: Loons — Cheryl When Bridget, Stella, and I drove by the lake this evening, the town beach was still busy, and boats were skimming over the water farther north. Here, though, it was quiet.

The Response: The Beauty Surrounding Books — Cheryl For about a week now, I’ve been cruising around Augusta with my camera, hoping to find the cherry trees in bloom. Before today, no trees inspired me to lift my camera. The tide is turning, though. The beauties in front of Lithgow Library are coming into their […]

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First Call: Ghostly Graveyard — Cheryl Poem in October It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbor wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and rook And the knock of sailing boats on the net […]

First Call: BMW Isetta 300 — Cheryl I thought it would be kind of neat to take a look at one subject in three different ways. A photographer has a seemingly endless list of choices to make when capturing an image: ISO, shutter speed, F-stop, exposure compensation, point of view, where to focus, where to […]

The Call: Boat and Reflections — Cheryl This evening, I washed the morning/afternoon dishes, put dinner in the oven, gathered up my stuff (purse, keys, camera) and headed up to Torsey Pond, where the late afternoon/early evening light seldom lets me down. The Response: Scout House — Jessica Twice a month for the last ten […]

The Call: Wrinkled Water — Cheryl The fierce wind longs to take them, these flags of warmth, of sensuality, longs to wrench them from home over the wild lake waters, over the trees stripped of reds and golds, to fly like Mary Poppins’ umbrella, spreading magic high above frozen land. —Elizabeth Hobbs, “Hanging Red Flannel […]

The Call: Candle in the Window — Jessica To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts […]

The Call: Origami Original — Jessica I jump for joy when my children ask me to take a picture. After all, most of the time I’m running after them with the camera begging, “please, just one more shot! I promise I’ll get it this time and be done!” So when my fourteen year old asked […]