observed by Diane

Someone I don’t know personally but whom I am aware of, recently asked a question that stopped me in my tracks. Boom, just like that. The question he asked is simple, but powerful. Some who responded gave such wonderfully heartwarming replies, thinking of those close to them (whether deceased or alive). A few (predictably) only […]

I’m pleased to be taking part in PhotoPrintDay, which Jim Mortram has organised on Twitter. His idea was for photographers to offer affordable photographic prints for sale, with all the proceeds going to charity. I have selected three prints to contribute. One is an image of a delightful harbour seal poking its head from the colourful ripples […]

This morning while enjoying a cappuccino on our patio, the briny air felt like a silken slip on my cheeks. The birds were mostly silent other than an occasional cry from a nearby eagle and the ‘wha-wha-wha’ from the wings of a small murder of crows overhead. Later, while wandering the farmer’s market, I was […]

I know many people want to dive into a blog post full of revelatory angst about [insert most recent angst topic: US politics; aging; desperation for self-care; cops killing black people; … the list is endless these days]. I don’t write about those modern day angst-filled topics and there is a very good reason why. […]

Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do. Rumi wrote those words. So many of us can relate to and also practice that advice. To segue from doing what we love to trying new things seems natural. Not only do I make photos but I’m also someone who enjoys the sparkle of […]

The fragrance reminded me of when I’d visit my mom as an adult. I’d enter the cool of my bedroom and the first scent that came to me was the soft sweetness of peonies from her garden. She always had a bouquet of her own flowers in a simple vase carefully placed beside the bed. […]

Although I send far more postcards than I ever have received, I love them. When I receive a postcard, it’s really what is written that means the most don’t you think? And I can never bear to toss them. I have a few that sit nicely between the pages of either a book I’m reading […]

Where these now grow was once a combination of heavily packed patches of gravel, yard debris from nearby neighbours, and a wild tangle of blackberries. When imagining what once was, this metamorphosis could be similar to that of moths and butterflies. After the rain let up and while it was still overcast, I decided to […]