Mother's Day

My mother -- way back in the day -- look on the far side of the pony for Grandma squating down to hold little Annie on the pony.

And me and mine. No pony though. More's the pity.

May Day 2020

I was raking the yard and something across the creek caught my eye.

Ooo, I thought. I should take a picture of that. But I stayed true. This yard is not going to rake itself. If only.

Stayed with me though. That picture waiting to be made. 

So, next morning, Oly and I took a walk across the creek to the deer bones.

This is not the first time I’ve photographed deer bones in the forest.

This is from a grant sponsored exhibition entitled “The Devil’s Backyard.”

But this is something that feels new -- that picture waiting to be made. 

And that’s what I’ve learned five months into the Picture a Day for a Year project.