Poems, Call, Sky
Realising how talented people are when looking for poems. A call from an unknown number that turned out to be a friend getting in touch. Pink sky.
Realising how talented people are when looking for poems. A call from an unknown number that turned out to be a friend getting in touch. Pink sky.
Being thanked for photos I took 6 years ago. Being told that it’s the photo of their child that is hung as soon as one A migration that worked when it shouldn’t have.
Button-rose, pig-tailed, little girl who smiled during mass. Pink lunch. Heavy is head that watches the Crown.
Mountains, Clouds, Sun, Rain, and a Rainbow on the way to Milagros. Handmade bouquets for the ones gone ahead. Anne with an E.
Slow morning. Flowers for All Saints (yes they are saints). Photoshoot. Rain. Beer. Gauntlets. Laughter.
Fixed several issues that were pending at work. Loved checking them off while learning new stuff in Data Science. Choosing to be Frida. Loving the effort and the result. Friends… cultured enough to know Frida and her contribution.
A Monetesque sunrise. Challenges. Work should be fun. Having it all.
The sun … a silver coin peeking through murky clouds. Realising it was tiredness and not a loss of capacity. Ideas for a costume.
Faith in the form of blessing. Hope in the plans discussed. Love. Everywhere.
A crescent moon that smiled down on me. A yellow lamp against an indigo sky. A rose that bloomed. A heart that warmed. A place for Mother Mary.