MAKING SOMETHING OF IT…

Grandmother’s house was always dark. That’s what I recall anyway. The heavy drapes were always pulled shut which swathed the living room in darkness. The living room became an unmistakable cave  when you… Continue reading

MINDING MY Zs and Qs…

“…The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there… painful spaces of time… Other sounds eventually fill the empty space…” __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a… Continue reading

WHERE THE ROAD GOES…

Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling… Continue reading

ABOUT FORGETTING…

  This is how it goes, usually… 1 January – take down Christmas tree. Pack. Store.   This is how it went… 26 December – Christmas tree down. Packed. Stored. Five-day head start… Continue reading

LOST IN LOCATION…

The day couldn’t have been darker, colder, more foreboding or windier. What did we expect? It was, after all, the East Sussex seacoast in early spring; a perfect day to get out of the cottage and… Continue reading

CONSIDER YOURSELF INVITED…

We’ll be dining in the kitchen…surrounded with the savory aromas of a holiday meal all day in preparation. The reclaimed, battered and bruised farm table is covered with a treasured cloth sprinkled with… Continue reading

SECRETS…

PEAKING Call them what you will: new year’s resolutions, personal goals, self-improvements, better behaviors or realistic wishful thinking. My Reader has already made a new and improved list of resolutions for the 2015… Continue reading

WHAT WAS I THINKING…?

FIG ON A PLATTER ON the ninth day Before Christmas It came as a vision A flash. No, a scare! THIS FIG Was just sitting On a silly green plate In the shape… Continue reading

TELLING THE TRUTH…

Sometimes things just get away from you. The day. Time. The weather. A swear word (or words) that is or are supposed to be silent but end up being  out-loud swear word(s). Really… Continue reading

WALLFLOWERS…

I think that I shall never see A fig that fails to entice me.

ARMCHAIR CONVERSATION…

  At first it was curiosity and wondering about a word. Then mental machinations and mindless wanderings took the high road and soon profound curiosity became a fever-pitched research obsession. It was all… Continue reading

IF I WROTE TO YOU…

WHITE CHAIR If I wrote to you would you answer? Not because you won’t but because you haven’t. Is it because of all those things I said on pages? I don’t know what… Continue reading

SUNDAY LUNCH…

SUNDAY LUNCH Not to bore you with details but the menu was southern comfort through and through: thin sliced smoked ham, Vermont maple syrup laced with baked beans; collard greens infused with pepper… Continue reading

PAINT ME A MEMORY…

“What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward. The one is of Today, the other is the Tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is… Continue reading

IF I HAD A BOAT…

“Day after day, day after day We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” The Rime of the Ancient Mariner  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Fetish for FIGS…

Fetish for FIGS… It came as a challenge It came as a dare, So I went to the studio And plopped in my chair.  What began as the one But concluded with four,… Continue reading

Promiscuous PEARS…

Promiscuous PEARS pro-mis-cu-ous: adj. 1) Composed of persons or things confusedly mingled.

ONE DAY LIKE THIS…

 Do you ever find it difficult to put into words…words that capture the event…that do justice to every sensory, audible and emotion felt? Can you convey, really convey what happened? Can you describe… Continue reading

OUR BENCH…

What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is  something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on… Continue reading

IN LOVE WITH….

I’ve got a confession to make:  I’m in love with Lyle Lovett. I’m fairly comfortable  making this  declaration out loud in writing  because  the only person who reads JOTS is on holiday. (I… Continue reading

FACING ONE’S FEARS…

My Reader brought the post in today and set it down on the table. “You’ve received a letter from your lovely Irish friend. You know…the one who lives in Ireland.” Slicing the envelope… Continue reading

IT ISN’T EASY…

BENCH BLANKETS…

My Reader probably heard the rumour? The rumour that all the weather men in the Pacific Northwest finally got it right? Rain, snow, sleet, ice, winds, blizzard conditions, freezing rain, more snow, resulting… Continue reading

BORROWED LINES…

My Reader believes that we are what we quote, undoubtedly because of the folder I keep stuffed with scraps of paper of others’ words, albeit quotes, that resonate to the core. The folder… Continue reading

FREE TRIP TO IRELAND…

My Reader is so excited…a trip to Ireland and no bags to pack! There will be no tickets to buy, no baggage fees and best of all…no jet-lag once we all arrive. Accommodations… Continue reading

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: The Hue of You

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You For this challenge, we want to keep it simple: share a photograph with a prominent color (or assortment of colors) that reveals more about you. It… Continue reading

FALLING FORWARD…

 “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.” Georgia O’Keefe  

PART OF THE DEAL…

meticulusmick posted a gallery of Irish bright green photographs. He put out a challenge not too difficult to deal with: show a bit of Portland Oregon green. Portland’s real colours are a few weeks… Continue reading