A Poem a Day, a Photo a Day

For NaPoWriMo, I'm posting my daily poem into the dedicated page listed on the right. But my daily photos will be posted here on my main page. 30 days, 30 poems, 30 photos. It's a test!

Today I actually got two shots that I don't hate.

I was a good day to be inside.

birthday boy

St. Patrick's Day marked Griffin's (grandson #3) first birthday:

He wasn't exactly enthused by the prospect of special food to celebrate.

So his big brother, Grayson, offered an assist.

And chocolate with sprinkles turns out to not be so bad after all.

NaPoWriMo

Hello. It's been awhile. I've been okay, how about you? April is National Poetry Writing Month, and I'm going to participate in the NaPoWriMo (http://www.napowrimo.net/) event by attempting to write a poem a day for the entire month, starting Sunday. Whoohoo! I'm back.

moonlighting

Right after work last night I hiked down to the far northern end of the Pearl District to shoot the magical tents of a touring show still setting up. The moon was full, the grounds fairly deserted but the tents were all alight, and the moon shined through sheer, high clouds transcending the view into a purity and simplicity that was just hypnotic. I lost all track of time.

oh, pioneers

It's the cemetery again. My friend, Pat and I loaded gear into her car and bombed through the vacant, rain-swept streets of North Portland to arrive at the old pioneer cemetery again very early this morning. Slow, heavy drip-drip-drip so familiar and even comforting to natives here, a little rain won't prevent your intrepid photo-geeks from catching the early light and tonal mood for a Halloween-ish shoot. The gates were open and we were entirely alone, as is usual in this quiet and humble place. 

Can you see the faces? This tree had sustained pretty dramatic damage to the trunk with a large portion split away, leaving this symmetrical gash exposed.

There are many graves of children and infants, and this one particularly touched me this morning, just seven years old when he died. His mother, Alice, was placed here with him sometime later. I know Halloween invites the opportunity to create some creepy images, but this small grave is just so sweet and sad.

I am now feeling sufficiently in touch with my mortality, so maybe will try for a lighter subject next post!

october means cemetery

I love this rather neglected old cemetery and have shot here fairly frequently over the past several years. Last weekend I found two willing accomplices models to participate in a small project that I've been contemplating for awhile. Here are a few sample shots. Would love some feedback if you are so inclined!  

the taste of apples

My first visit ever to the annual Apple Tasting at Portland Nursery last week sealed the season for me. FINALLY, evidence that summer is really over and we're moving again toward the seasons we're known for here. And I'm such a typically romantic northwesterner. Even the discomfort of standing on a wet, windy street corner, chilled to the bone while waiting interminably for a bus that never seems to arrive, can't dispel the excited anticipation that charges my soul this time every year. Also? I confess that I enjoy being amused by, and feeling slightly superior (okay, maybe not so slightly) to the recent transplants from sunnier climates consistently complaining about the long, dark drench that starts about now and doesn't really end until about the middle of July.  Heh, heh. Lightweights.

And then there are the apples and pears piled over my kitchen counter this morning. Thinking that a tart would be a lovely project today. Yup.