“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass” – Anton Chekhov
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Posted by Tammy on September 4, 2016
The Japanese use the phrase, Shinrin-yoku. Translated literally, it means “forest bathing” which is the idea that spending time in nature is a healthy practice.
Posted by Tammy on January 26, 2015
Our summer travels took us into amazing floral terrain of the Swiss Alps. Each step was a photo opportunity causing for a slow but richly rewarding hike. I have the names of some but would love for readers to add their knowledge about names and medicinal values.
Posted by Tammy on August 28, 2013
She was a wistful woman who clung to the last few days before her children went back to school not because they were leaving but because it meant an end to the summer.
Posted by Tammy on August 5, 2013
I recently spent the night in Dragoon. I was there as a guest of the AZ Humanities Council and had the privilege of staying at the Amerind Foundation. This little known, out of the way spot is a spectacular combination of the natural world and one of the finest collections of archaeological and ethnological artifacts in the country as well as a sizable research library.
Upon my nighttime arrival however, what amazed me most was the darkness. No glaring LED billboards advertising the nearby casino or street lights to set off the night sky – just pure blackness dotted with stars that we not picked up by my iphone. I shot the photo and sent it to my husband.
Posted by Tammy on November 16, 2012
“My aim is to express, through the medium of ‘light’, simple fleeting moments of clarity, experiences of connection with the world.”
Posted by Tammy on September 12, 2012
I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxes is endless as the sand,
impossible to count, pure, and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petal hard and shiny,
made the jellyfish full of light and untied its knot,
letting its musical threads fall from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.
— Pablo Neruda from Enigmas
Posted by Tammy on July 25, 2012