A Field Journal
Pressed Flowers & Feathers
A vintage-boho gathering of small, everyday scenes from the Cat Nap Inn — the Cluckshack, the garden, the Red Bullet, the light that keeps showing up whether anybody claps or not.
— kept the way I kept them, a little crooked, a little holy —
Morning light on the porch
The kind of quiet you have to earn.
Cluckshack roll call
Betty first. Always Betty first.
Feathers and Fridays
Georgia in her Sunday best
Little dust bath, big opinions
Ethel keeps her secrets
Heather in the grass
Lucy at the feed bucket
Golden hour, girl gang
A quiet Monday nobody clapped for
Sunrise from the Cat Nap Inn
Yellow house, yellow light.
Dew on the tomato leaves
The garden waking up
First tea, first breath
Zinnias holding the fence line
Marigolds — the honest orange
Bee on a borage flower
Sunflower heads bowed a little
The Red Bullet resting
Chrome and grace
Little book, big weight
One of the Fairy Treasure Books.
Tiny spine, hand-stitched
Glitter and glue
The lantern-keeper's desk
Pressed and folded
Beeswax, thread, and thumbprints
Something small being made
Prescription pad for the soul
Ink drying
Afternoon shadow on the wall
Same wall, different hour
Jesse James on the job
Bullpei brow, no notes
Supper light
The kitchen table telling the truth
Bread, butter, prayer
Cast iron, cast prayers
Steam and salt
A plate for one, made with love
Fireflies starting up
The yard turning blue
Last of the light
First bird up
The Cluckshack door creaking open
A whole day, ready to begin
Not every day is a photograph. But the ones that are — the small, unposed, honey-lit ones — those are the ones I keep. Come back when the light shifts; I add more when the season does.
— the Honey Badger