Tamara Willems

. . . and to you this day . . .

and out… like a lion

Spring stepped inunannouncedtrusting all footprints would belightly covered overfrom the falling snowand the cold windI suppose,became the lion partushering outthe last blastsofwinter although still feeling the lashings ofundertowyou did it, you knowwhile wanting to keep the whole world outsomehow you…
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February sunshine and blue…

Late February, how weird is thatwhat can often feel like the longest monthseems to be slipping awayand indeed,rather beautifully, I might add Family day, where I will soak myselfin the great luxuryofhome(and butter tarts)while dear husband takes his staffto make…
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To have met you… in a book

Well now, to have finished a booksuch as this a beautiful book aboutstill life and lifeinstill–ness days of pandemic and how it waswegot ourselvesthrough about photographywhat it is we may be looking ator forand what it is wesee about life,…
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Today I am reading about flowers…

Today I am reading about flowersamong other thingswhich to meseemsthe perfect thing for late January for several years we have been inching our waytowardsun-lawningthe sort of unnatural, obsessive, artificialbeautification ofspaceslooking more toward justenjoyingthe marvelous wonder ofwild things and always I…
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