Dappled Things

GLORY be to God for dappled things…

Month: March, 2004

Discarded

This is a picture I took towards the end of last October. It was the day that we brought Maggie home from the shelter to live with us. A man drove out into a heavily wooded, mountainous area of the county just as the nights were starting to turn frosty. When he thought he found [...]

Twelve + Thirteen

I was going through some pictures the other day. Pictures that I had neatly packed into a clear, plastic tub in an effort to be more organized. Unfortunately, the tub was thrown into the spare bedroom that is the home to all the homeless things in this house. Lily wants desperately to have this room [...]

There Is Something

There is something beautiful in those eyes I see,So moist and blue.They tell me of a time when limbs cooperated in the dance,Fluid and true.When youth had its own heaviness.—-There is something wonderful in that soft curve of cheek,So warm and new.As I rock you off to sleep, Like your brother before you.Your nose more [...]

The Friday Five #3

If you… 1. …owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve? I could see myself owning a restaurant that sold just coffee and dessert. I would serve all types of coffee and the best desserts on the planet. As far as I am concerned, dessert is the one, truly necessary, food group. And, [...]

Tom

This weekend I actually accomplished one and one half things from my list of things I needed to do. I got the living room halfway cleaned. By this I mean that I actually vacuumed the floor. This required removing many things that had found a happy home on our floor. Some things were nice enough [...]

The Friday Five #2

I feel like doing the Friday Five again, without having posted anything since last week’s five, is a cop-out from doing what I had originally planned to do here. I suppose, though, that if it gets me to post something, it is better than nothing. I have been taking more pictures and posting them to [...]

The Friday 5

What was… 1. …your first grade teacher’s name? Mrs. Desrosiers. I was so shy in her class that I would refuse to come up to the table at the front of the room with my reading group to practice reading. I really loved Mrs. Desrosiers, but I will never forget the day that she literally [...]