Month: April 2020

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Ready To Ship … But When?

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In my effort to stay home, be responsible, flatten the curve … all that … I’ve not been to a store since February 27, not been in a car since March 12, and I can’t remember when I was last at the Post Office to check our box. This means, though, that while I have a purchase ready to go it is sitting in my guest room, just waiting. And waiting. I’m pondering — should I mask and glove myself and head to the post office? Do I wait for months on end? (I think this shelter in place order will be lengthened: right now it goes until May 3.) What to do?

This was the first time I framed an image in something other than the plain, brushed silver frames I use. The client (and friend!) had said the silver would clash with her other framed work, so we did a little search on Frame Destination and found this frame. I think it works well with this image.

Irene’s Print:

Floral Photography, Goodnight Flower

Goodnight Flower

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Redbud Leaves and Blossoms, 4.7.20

 

I meant to post this poem with the image last night, but neglected to do so. I’m not a great poet, but it helps me process things sometimes.

Distancing Sorrow

Sorrow comes sneaking in the door again
attempting to wrap its arms around me.
I resist, I turn away, run quickly.
But sorrow is persistent, not caring
that I will continue to say “No thanks,
Not yet. Not now. Perhaps another day.”

Sorrow is relentless, it has no cares
and knows no boundaries, it refuses
to stay six feet away, it breathes on me,
hugs me hard and shares its viral spittle,
grabs me by my hurting heart, knocks me down,
and blankets me with an ache that won’t stop.

Sorrow demands attention. I refuse.
Take your blanket, sorrow, and let me be.
I am not your servant. I am not yours
at all. I will fight you to the death and
that death will be yours, even if I should,
unwillingly, join in that final ride.