Okay, it is time to check in and consider opening up this blog.  I am sitting outside on my back porch or catio as the 2024 solar eclipse is happening.  It is a pretty cool event and we have UA solar glasses for it.  I do need to restart my writing, somehow, and maybe, this is the way?  

Checking in

 I asked this question almost a year ago:  should I continue this blog?  I guess I am asking again just to prove to whomever sees this, I am still alive and writing, sometimes.  My focus is mostly my Nature Journal and Free Time/UA Poetry Program.  So write me at anitafonte@gmail.com  if you want to encourage me to keep writing.  Or just to check in an let me know how you are doing!!

New Beginnings?

 It’s another year (2023), and reconsidering if and when to restart this blog. Knock, knock: does anyone out there think I should?  You can let me know via email: anitafonte@gmail.com

Considering forward

 Not sure if I want to restart these blogs since my serious health diagnosis in June, 2019. Part of my caution is I am not clear if anyone reads my blogs.

If you are a reader, will you respond on my FB page, Anita C. Fonte? Just tell me if my writing matters to you in a few simple words.

ending

Is this this the end of my blog?  Time will tell, but, for the time being, I am closing the book.

An autumn album

I love this season, it's textures, colors, scents and changing light.  Enjoy these images from Madera Canyon

My front window

In this week's Writer's Digest Prompts, the suggestion is to write (daily) about a specific subject that allows me to observe and be introspective.  It's based on Mary Ruefle's essay "My Search Among the Birds". 

I love to look at birds, too.  Most times I watch them while I am at breakfast, looking out my patio window.  But I woke up at 6 a.m. today and saw dawn creep across the western horizon as I look out my front window.  Feng Shui suggests my desk face away from the window, toward a door, but I like to sit and watch the birds around the bird feeder, so I ignore that suggestion.

It's so early (and so cold in February--winter has finally come to the Sonoran desert) that the birds are not out yet.  So what I do see are a few cars rolling by and the color of soft pink lighting the sky. 

The mesquite trees are stilled in their winter dark shadows.  There is no wind so my sunburst chimes hang with no movement, no sound. 

I am not an early riser by nature.  But these past few days I  have had nervous energy at odd times of the day and evening and so here I am.  Not quite ready to face the day, but facing the dawn seems to be a safe place to begin.