Doors Without Walls

Day 26: Door

The little memorial park that surrounds my duck pond features three sculptures of giant doors tilted in steel frames, with tinted panes angled to catch the light and mirror a specific view. I like to think that inside life’s choices, there is a front entrance, a back exit, and a side egress just in case.

Yes, folks, it’s that time of year again. I’m looking forward to my third go at participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break by posting prompts here on the blog and on my Instagram account. There are no rules, really. Simply take a photo every day for the month of August, based on the prompts or not. I take a photo a day all year long, but you can’t lose no matter how many days you keep this up. And the more, the merrier!



Who needs

the ground

when you

can see all

your dreams


in the sky.

April Love Prompt: Clouds

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem. We shall find out at the end of the month whether this was a brilliant career move, sheer laziness or a fool’s errand. 

Until then, care to join me in these creative waters where even fools fear to tread? The water’s fine.


I found a dead frog on our driveway yesterday, seemingly dropped from heaven, a surprised look still frozen on his withered face. Poised to take a final leap that never came. I left him there, perhaps hoping that he could still win a princess’s life-affirming kiss. By late afternoon, he had disappeared.

So the strange days of May come to an end, the graduation, the extra paycheck, the endless lawn mowing.

Somewhere in towering weeds of my neglected garden, June’s handsome prince awaits.