U.F.O. Clouds

Clouds were one of my first loves. When I was a little girl, lenticular clouds resembled the classic flying saucer U.F.O. I don’t see them often, so I was happy to capture this photo on a relatively cloudless mid-January evening recently. “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm,…

One Hundred Dollars

My dad died in 2011, when I was 37 years old. It happened suddenly, with no warning, and it broke my heart. I had spoken to him on the telephone just a couple of hours before he died. He sounded happy. He sounded fine. I knew he was getting older, I could see it. Sometimes…