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  • © Sue Schlabach

    Inside the Photograph: Rodney Smith

    In February my husband gave me a Valentine card of “Couple Kissing, London England,” by Rodney Smith. At first I thought it was a painting (in the spirit of Andrew Wyeth). R’s message began with: “Look at that fireplace! Look at that cat! Look at those heels!” I just found the card this week as…

  • French notions © Sue Schlabach

    Petit Pan Paris

    Early September, my last day in Paris. I was tired and pledged not to overdo it. Take photographs. Write notes. Draw sketches. But Paris has a habit of luring me up streets and around corners. In the end I walked about 1o miles. The weather was good—the morning rain turning to sunshine, warm, no wind.…

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    Deborah Bowness

      Cattywumpus is a good word. I don’t know how it is spelled. It’s the word that came to mind when I rounded the bend near the dressing rooms at Liberty of London back in September. There I came face to face with one of Deborah Bowness’ dress images. It was green. Only I didn’t…

  • © Sue Schlabach

    Breakfast Under the Sky

    I don’t ask for much on Mother’s Day. I often share it with my husband’s birthday, and so I’ve spent the day at a few ballparks over the years, and that’s okay with me. But this morning Mother’s Day dawned with a bit of overcast that began to clear. Birdsong through our open windows was…

  • Paris bird © Sue Schlabach

    Paris in the Rearview

    It is the day after a longest day. A day of traversing timezones and crossing continents and oceans. So here I am in my own timezone feeling a little like I’ve been run over by a car. Nothing another cup of tea won’t cure. And a few more nights of sleep. My body could also…