Monday, September 17, 2012

Someone asked me to write about photography. I wrote 1000 words. I liked what I wrote. But someone said that they were thinking more along the line of 130 words! And so I chopped to 500 words...but someone can count, so I chopped to 150 words and said: That's it. One more tone and someone might as well just say: She takes pictures. She's not a photographer but she takes pictures!

Here's my 150 words:
My first camera was a Nikormat with a macro lens. For years I took pictures of flowers. The macro did the work.


And then I retired and although my beloved Nikormat still worked, my eyes didn’t. So I borrowed a camera and took pictures of Mont St. Michel.

Africa is not really the place for a macro lens. There was a sign at our compound: Caution: Wild Animals are dangerous. Please do not wander from the Pathways. So I used a Fuji digital from the safety of an SUV.

In Manning Park I swapped the Fuji for an Olympus. How can one go wrong with snow-capped mountains, fir trees, ravens and Alpine meadows? I carried a bear bell.

In France I learned about skies. In Newfoundland I learned about horizons…although the lupines were irresistible.

Recently I bought a CannonS100, a camera I could tuck in my pocket. I miss my Nikormat!







Sunday, September 16, 2012

















We shall not cease from exploration
   And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive at where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot















You say I am mysterious.
Let me explain myself:
In a land of oranges
I am faithful to apples.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

And I thought the following was about bags...but it wasn't!

The Term


A rumpled sheet
Of brown paper
About the length

And apparent bulk
Of a man was
Rolling with the

Wind slowly over
And over in
The street as

A car drove down
Upon it and
Crushed it to

The ground. Unlike
A man it rose
Again rolling

With the wind over
And over to be as
It was before.

William Carlos Williams
Dear copywrite...copyright...people...don't get angry with me! I only have a few followers. It's mostly me...and I just can't resist. I never got over my Richard Brautigan phase and when I saw my poem of the day email, my memories flooded back.

Big Game


by Brenda Shaughnessy
—after Richard Brautigan's "A Candlelion Poem"



What began as wildfire ends up
on a candle wick. In reverse,
it is contained,

a lion head in a hunter's den.
Big Game.

Bigger than one I played
with matches and twigs and glass
in the shade.

When I was young, there was no sun
and I was afraid.

Now, in grownhood, I call the ghost
to my fragile table, my fleshy supper,
my tiny flame.

Not just any old, but THE ghost,
the last one I will be,

the future me,
finally the sharpest knife
in the drawer.

The pride is proud.
The crowd is loud, like garbage dumping

or how a brown bag ripping
sounds like a shout
that tells the town the house

is burning down.
Drowns out some small folded breath

of otherlife: O that of a lioness licking her cubs to sleep in a dream of
savage gold.

O that roaring, not yet and yet
and not yet dead.

So many fires start in my head.


And this is the Brautigan poem:

A CandleLion Poem


and our graves will
turn a Candle inside out be like two lovers washing
and you’ve got the smallest their clothes together
portion of a lion standing in a laundromat.
there at the edge of the shadows.







Monday, September 10, 2012

I went to a country fair this weekend. All the poultry turned their...tails!

















Monday, September 3, 2012

Remember: This is my repository of pictures such as this one which best captures the feeling of this summer - it has been a yellow golden summer.

This is my repository of fragments such as the following:

Question: What are some of the responses one can be asked for when dealing with a text?

Answer: Let us work with a simple TEXT: I NEED A HAIRCUT

Types of Response:

-Analysis of the Idea: The author admits openly to her insecurity and sees as symbolic of this insecurity the need for a haircut.

-Review: The potential for plot on the topic of haircuts is rather limited however…

-Extension/Application: I too need a haircut.

-Interpretive: The motif of shorn tresses recurs throughout the “novel” and thus suggests the insecurity of the author.

-Report: She says she needs a haircut

My point? Students need to know to distinguish between various responses for exam purposes. If one uses this type of exercise, there is no right answer and therefore the skill rather than the correctness of the answer is what is being emphasized.