Jan 31, 2011
A sunny, clear-skied morning. From every house hangs a sparkling chandelier of intricate icicles.
This is my final submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I hope you’ve enjoyed the past month of getting stoned.
Jan 30, 2011
No better recipe for a sleepy Sunday afternoon than a warm house full of snoring pets.
This is my Day Thirty submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Jan 29, 2011
Surrounded by a sea of snow, a neighbor’s cat sits on a sunny porch, surveying the neighborhood, my dog, and me with regal disdain.
This is my Day Twenty-Nine submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Jan 28, 2011
A dozen robins glean winter-dried crabapples from a twiggy tree, its trunk girdled in waist-deep snow.
This is my belated Day Twenty-Eight submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Jan 27, 2011
Sunny winter days are in the business of growing icicles and shadows.
This is my Day Twenty-Seven submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Jan 26, 2011
A chickadee flutters in the neighbor’s ragged and sprawling forsythia. How long ago it was golden, erupting with the fire of spring!
This is my Day Twenty-Six submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Jan 25, 2011
Cedar waxwings call from a tall, twiggy tree, their huddled bodies silhouetted against an overcast, ink-wash sky.
This is my Day Twenty-Five submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Writers, like children, are not dissuaded by the uselessness of hoarded ordinaries; instead, we cultivate a collector's sense, trying to capture mundane moments on a string of words. --Lorianne DiSabato
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