Oh, poor Monkey! I took this portrait of her when she was still wearing her e-collar, aka cone of shame, aka her ultra high frequency tuner. (It’s off now. She’s so much happier.) Read on, Reader!
Well sir, when you’re in your first canyon, your eye can’t see but a bit of it. So you slowly wheel your head around. And then you start to understand what you are and what you ought to be, and what a canyon really is. Read on, Reader!
I was saving this photograph I shot for a special occasion, and you are that special occasion! The “How to Be a Writer” story will run on Sunday. Can’t wait to share it with you! (It comes with a special surprise!) Read on, Reader!
It has been one strange day, darlin’! I thought my blog had been hacked. (It absolutely was not. Long, very dumb story.) So all I have is this picture of me, for you. Is it enough? Is it okay? Read on, Reader!
This is the question that is never far from my mind: Why can light charge and shape and change, not just how we look, but who we are? And I’m only partly talking about photography here. Read on, Reader!
Please enjoy this photograph of The Husband, but know that there is a THIRD post coming today! Also, we will be posting on an extra day— tomorrow (aka, Valentine’s Day)— as Valentine’s Day really the international holiday for all bluebirds, everywhere. <3 Read on, Reader!
Aaaaaand today’s post has been postponed by a touch of either really bad allergies or the beginning of the ‘flu. To keep us all in good spirits, here’s a picture of the lovely Duchess Monkey looking happy to be at home. Read on, Reader!
At the end of a long week, the only fitting thing I can find to say is that I am glad this week is done. Now, let the next one begin. <3 Read on, Reader!
How would you caption this photograph? Read on, Reader!
Oh, there’s more. I’ve taken a picture to spur on your stories today. Ready? Here we go! Read on, Reader!
What are the other places in your house or apartment or caravan where you like to hole up and read or write or think or make things? This is my living room. I sit on this exact corner of the couch half of the the time, and I write. (Not shown: the two forty-pound dogs sleeping on my legs.) Read on, Reader!
An ending, an question, and, hopefully, some answers. Read on, Reader!
Our Sunday Best on photographer Richard Avedon has been preempted by a photograph by Courtenay Bluebird. Read on, Reader!
We sit on the porch of a little house near the sea. It is moments before dawn, and the silence of the morning has crept between us like the warm body of a sleeping, dreaming dog. Read on, Reader!
A few notes about my marriage to The Husband ten years ago. Read on, Reader!
*ONE QUICK NOTE: I am back from my big Alaskan vacation! The comments section is open! I can’t wait to talk with you all!
**ONE MORE QUICK NOTE: On my Bluebird Blvd. Community Facebook Page, I will be posting exclusive (to Facebook) photographs of our trip to the Alaskan interior (with commentary!) all week. Come on by! It’s right here.
Yeah, it’s kinda like that.
Photograph by Courtenay Bluebird. Read on, Reader!
There is a problem with history that cannot be fixed. The problem is that history itself is not a fixed idea. Read on, Reader!