There is a time and place for everything. I guess now is a time and place in my life to collect seashells and rocks and blossoms that I let dry in the sun. As I collect these things, I ponder. Here is a recent essay inspired by a broken bowl of stone and shells: fragile beauty.
Words + Images 
“fragile beauty” is outstanding…..
thank you 😉
> Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 15:42:18 +0000 > To: cynthiastaples@hotmail.com >
I tried to leave a reply on yr.essay page but I could not get through. So then here it is:
Very Touching Cynthia. Telling stories at home about life and the people in the family is a great treasure trove of knowledge about who we are. Thanks for sharing all this and for sharing your images of objects that you have enriched with meaning.
Cheers, Vera
And thank you for being persistent and leaving this note. I appreciate it very much. 😉
That photo is excellent!
Thank you! These seed pods fell on my sandwich at an outdoor restaurant. Figured that was a sign I should take them home to photograph at some point. 😉
> Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 17:27:03 +0000 > To: cynthiastaples@hotmail.com >
Beautiful. I love your blog but there are no “like” buttons or places to leave comments that I can see. The story on the stones and the bowl were so lovely the stories by your family were inspiring and sad at the same time. Thank you so much for all your words and photographs.