Single lines can be strummed together a whole, humming in repetitions a chorus reverberating long after a source can be traced. Single lines can cut, dealing out pain in shivers and slivers, incisive, unrelenting, dividing tediously every in-between of the once placid. Single lines can rise-up, up towards the light, reach out furtive…Read more Lines and Divisions
I remember the cool darkness as I stood backstage. My fingers were tingling, my stomach was churning, I was both excited and nervous—the classic symptoms of stage-fright that I was experiencing more and more that year. Mrs. Wozniak, my fourth-grade teacher, had nearly forgotten about the event in the auditorium that day. With just minutes to […]
All that glitters is not gold. Those who love have all the riches. Walking under the willow trees today, I imagined how amazing it would be to capture their beauty in stained glass. Willows set in jewel tones, art-deco style, cascading from the ceiling. Perhaps a ruby hummingbird or an emerald dragonfly also reveals itself within the scene upon closer…Read more Gilded Willow
Goodbye winter, hello spring? March comes in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb? Slowly we linger. The days, longer. The sunlight, brighter. A warmth to the air, dirt and water smells rising. Hopeful we remain. Could it be spring? Text and photos © M.P. Baecker and http://www.alightcircle.com 2017.