~ The following are some of the photos I took to accompany a recent story in the Floyd Press, written by the paper’s editor about the Hotel Floyd’s expansion. The narrative below comes from a piece I was commissioned to write about the expansion. It appears in the current issue of The Floyd Magazine. The Hotel Floyd […]
Poetry drives a red sports car It takes the scenic route It travels light with the top down and rarely gives free rides Poetry drives a hard bargain It won’t settle for middle-of-the-road It doesn’t take shortcuts but beats the traffic It makes up for lost time __________Colleen Redman / dVerse Poets Pub / Real Toads
Shadow Shot Sunday
1. I had a screw loose while on a dinner date Saturday night, meaning that a literal screw came loose and fell out of my glasses. 2. Reading at the pool: “We are looking not for perfection in our partner but for a mutual exploration of imperfections.” –From Three Marriages by David Whyte 3. Only […]
Wordless Wednesday
– The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on June 19, 2014. Woodworker Ernest Bryant had a steady stream of visitors for the 2014 Floyd Artisan Trail. Tour traffic has been growing every year, Bryant said. This year visitors to Bryant’s home studio came from Pennsylvania, Tennessee, North Carolina, from all over Virginia and as […]
Bright white heart on night’s dark sleeve A faithful moon proves its loyalty ___________Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
A Window Canvas Bryce Thinks it Looks Like an Umbrella Hitchhiker Good Guys and Bad Guys Be Yourself Liam Likes Paintbrushes I’m Getting Good Ideas for Christmas Presents Trip to The Taubman/ Video clip HERE ________Shadow Shot Sunday
Well, they’ve only been open for little over a month, so it’s no wonder they’re one of the best kept secrets in Floyd. I tried it out yesterday for the first time (got there right before they closed) and found you can fill your spoon at the Fat Spoon with some of the tastiest food […]
1. Wedge, hedge and ledge all have an edge in them. 2. The wood thrush is my Hans Christian Anderson’s Nightingale in shining armour (and that misspelling of armor was a Freudian slip that I chose to keep). 3. I call the photo above of my first wood thrush photo capture “It’s So Nice to […]
Wordless Wednesday
Time with our grandsons seems to slip through my hands like sand through an hourglass. At six and three, they change so fast, and I find myself trying to soak up everything about them. I imagine that I’ll follow them around and write down the amazing things they say, but the chaos of life and […]
