Desert Yucca by Cathy Ulrich

by what my eyes

How the camera
captures some of it
but not all of it.

Sometimes it’s better
that way. Sometimes

In my early years,
I played in

Learning tricks with
and chemicals.

Later I got my first
Nikon digital. Didn’t have a

And post-processing
took on new

Now, I shoot what I love
and learn
to like it.

If you have ever tried photography, what are your challenges? What do you like to photograph? What is your favorite picture?

The Crone

Beauty comes from the expression and character in your face – not just its symmetry.  – Robert Jones

Todays post was inspired by my dear friend, Madame Weebles. Here she talks about her own version of a Crone. As always her amazing writing and wonderful sense of humor creates a great space for commentary and community.

In part, here’s my comment on her page: “In the Wicca tradition, there’s a ceremony for this [The Crone] – just like other rights of passage, the Croning ceremony marks the [transition] into wisdom. A few years ago, a client brought me a jewelry pin – it was the face of an old woman with gray hair and round, red cheeks. It was a compliment – a tribute to wisdom and my healing abilities – I was horrified and it took everything I had in me to smile and thank her!” The image is of her gift.

These days, I’m  more comfortable with the energy of the Crone, the wise woman, the healer – my Inner Crone if you will. And today, I can truly say, “Thank you, Terri. I can now accept your gift with gratitude and grace.” It’s okay to be a Crone.



Eric Robillard is one of my favorite bloggers. He writes an often hilarious and often irreverent blog – A Clown on Fire and he’s a really good guy. He and several others – also some of my favorite bloggers are launching a campaign which will be starting in November to raise awareness for men’s health issues. It’s called Movember and to show support, people throughout the blogosphere will be growing mustaches (or sporting fake ones if you’re of a certain gender where you can’t grow one). If you’re interested in joining, check out today’s post on A Clown on Fire. I’ll be joining the festivities and will keep you posted.



The Life Savers

Station in the Dunes by Cathy Ulrich

Symbol of times past,
You stand silent
on shifting dunes.

Those who shared your walls
patrolled these beaches
looking for wrecks.
Hurricane’s victims
run aground.

Ships foundered
on unseen bars of
dreaded sand
while surf pounded
their sides, and sailors
clung to rigging,
hoping that someone saw.

Brave men,
Life Savers came.
Lauching boats in
boiling waters,
rowing furiously
through rocky shoals,
reclaiming lives otherwise

Formally organized in 1878 as an agency of the U.S. Department of the Treasury, the U.S. Life-Saving Service comprised a series of stations and crews positioned along major shipping routes along the East Coast, the Great Lakes, the Gulf of Mexico and then later the West Coast. Their job was to patrol the beaches and harbors and to rescue crews and salvage cargo from the numerous shipwrecks of the day – the many thousands of them. In 1915, Woodrow Wilson signed “The Act to Create the Coast Guard” which served to merge the Life-Saving Service with the Revenue Cutter Service.

I always wondered why the U.S. Coast Guard was organized as an agency of the Department of Treasury (I think now, it has been moved to Homeland Security), but it makes sense that  the Coast Guard started as an agency involved in the rescue and salvaging of cargo ships.

Peter and I encountered this one remaining Life-Saving Station on Cape Cod during our visit to Provincetown this week. It was originally positioned at Old Harbor further south on the Cape, and was moved to Race Point in the Cape Cod National Seashore near Provincetown. Now a museum dedicated to the crews who manned and staged often dramatic rescues (not unlike modern Coast Guard rescues), this lovely old building captures the imagination of the days when sailing ships were vulnerable to any kind of weather and the shifting sands of commercial waterways.

For more information:

Old Harbor Life Saving Station by Cathy Ulrich

Have you ever encountered a museum or historic site that captured your imagination and made you wonder what it would have been like to have lived or worked in that time?




Today is the sixth anniversary of my Mom’s passing. And yesterday, we celebrated the marriage of Peter’s son, Blake, and his wonderful new wife, Kim. The wedding, held at Fenway Park in Boston, was the most unique I have ever attended.

Life is an interesting thing. We have no choice but to accept change in its many facets. From saying goodbye to a cherished loved one, to embracing a new family member, to finding new facial lines in the mirror, life for us humans progresses whether we like it or not. The interweaving of present moment experiences and memories, including the making of new memories, is a rich tapestry, one highlighted by glorious days interwoven with intense loss. And it’s okay.

As Peter and I danced to the Rock & Roll and Hip Hop music of the great Boston band, Sweet Tooth and the Sugar Babies, I found myself weaving another connection – a memory from my early childhood…my dear friend and “Uncle” Alton nicknamed me Sugar Baby. I adored that name and even as a three-year-old, I recognized the love and affection Alton bestowed on me when he called me that. I think today of that cherished little girl and all she’s seen and experienced. I wouldn’t change a thing – any of it.