Category: Corpus Christi

In South Texas, leaves fall in December.  In January, they are piled up high, smelling earthy and soft.  As a child, I loved playing in the leaves, kicking them high in the air as I walked to and from school.   I loved the leaves’ fragility, their texture, the sound they made scraping across the…

Years ago when I lived in Japan, the old proverb, “The nail that sticks up will be hammered down” made some sense.  In a society where 128 million people live in a space the size of Montana, one has to be aware of and abide by societal mores and behaviors because without them– and without…

And my camera is back. . . .