Hoping Heart


you can see right through
a heart so open hoping

unreserved giver

filled with transparent desire

to empty of all save love

Copyright ©2016 Terry Boswell


Last week I had to travel into New Jersey. After driving for a few hours, I stopped to get out of the car and stretch my legs. I was surprised and delighted to find this magnificent heart-shaped tree trunk as I wandered a bit into the Watchung Reservation. Such a find! I’m posting it, along with a tanka that I hastily wrote, in honor of Valentine’s Day.

I hope you enjoy, and thanks for stopping by!



Remembering Archie

Brown, barking, bundle of fur
wiggled your way into my heart.
Spinning, whirling, four paws off the ground
greet me, feed me, it's breakfast time.
Butt up, front paws slap down,
goofy tail wagging in the air.
Sit, stay,
drool, eat.
Joy to repeat and eat and eat.

Couch potato curled, then sprawled long
sleeping, dreaming, a twitch and a snore.
Soaking up sunshine, dirt baths galore,
rolling and wriggling, then repeat
Sit, stay,
drool, eat.
Feed me, it's dinner time.

Walking together without leash or command,
trotting along by my side.
My steadfast friend, though a terror to some,
having past terror to be overcome.

Softest ears,
beautiful eyes,
panting doggie grin

suddenly gone.

An empty space left on the sofa,
a hole left in my heart.

copyright ©2015 Terry boswell

It never fails to amaze me how attached I become to the four-legged-furry-loves in my life.

A Day Of Memorable Moments

This post is in response to the Photography 101 prompt “moment.” I had intended to post it Friday and include only this first photo, which I took a few days ago, of a fun moment of motion captured in my backyard. I sat down at the computer, edited the photo a bit and uploaded it.


That’s as far as I got before I became distracted with the activity outside my kitchen door.

My neighbor’s chickens wandered over to peck under the bird feeders. Then a squirrel joined the party and began going through his gymnastic maneuvers to steal lunch from the feeder.


Neither of these things is an unusual sight in my backyard. What made it unusual was that even though it was the first day of spring, there was a steady picturesque snow falling.

How many more opportunities this year would I have to look out my door and see this scene highlighted by large fluffy flakes drifting down? Probably none, so of course I grabbed my camera.

I took some photos, did some work, and then began to process a few of the photos, but new and beautiful moments kept presenting themselves in my peripheral vision.


Time after time I found myself wandering to the door to take pictures. Throughout the afternoon I was constantly distracted by the activity outside. It just kept getting better.


When the deer wandered up to the feeder I was ecstatic. This is something I only get to see every now and then since they usually raid the feeder in the dark of night.


The  falling snow made it all the better.

I quickly corralled the dogs in the other room so they wouldn’t scare the deer by jumping at the glass door, and gave my son, who was about to walk outside, strict orders to stay put until I was done capturing the visitors with my camera. I was extremely pleased to get a few nice shots before an unknown something caused the pair to bolt.


Not long after, the red winged blackbirds showed up along with the grackles.




Grackles are scary, wary birds.

Now you see them…

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…now you almost don’t! It’s amazing how the sparrow and cardinal are completely unperturbed by the sudden explosion of grackle wings that turned those three birds into vague black blurs.


Varieties of birds sighted throughout the day included the cardinal, purple finch, goldfinch, downy woodpecker, blue jay, chickadee, sparrow, tufted titmouse, grackle, red winged black bird, morning dove, junco, cow bird, starling, and of course, chicken! Missing was the nuthatch, red bellied woodpecker and northern flicker which I sometimes see.

I’m very fortunate to have this show of splendor outside my kitchen door, and for that, I’m most grateful!

Click an image below to start a slide show of all the photos I’ve included from that snowy first day of spring.


Writing 201:Poetry Potluck

Our Weekend assignment for Writing 201 is Poetry Potluck.

“Forget brunch. This weekend, let’s share our favorite poems with each other.”

There are many different poems that I love, but the one that popped into my head immediately to share for this assignment was the Dr. Seuss poem “Oh, The Places You’ll Go.” Then just as quickly it was followed by another thought, “You can’t do that! It will seem silly or bizarre in the eyes of all those amazing WordPress poets!”

Well, the thought persisted all weekend, perhaps because I’m able to share the poem with such a creative video that won “Best Short” in the New Media Film Festival, Los Angeles, CA. The video was created by Ted Saunders in 2011 and filmed at Burning Man in the Black Rock Dessert of Northern Nevada. Wikipedia describes Burning Man “…as an experiment in community, art, radical self-expression, and radical self-reliance.”

How could I resist posting this awesome short film, made with grown-ups in mind, to share with you an awesome children’s poem? I say children’s poem, but I’ve always admired Dr. Seuss because he often conveys great truths in a way that both children and adults find understandable and enjoyable. When reading his books to my own kids, years ago, I wondered if he was writing for them or me, the adult cuddled beside them. He conveys his meaning uniquely and with his own signature style.

Serious poets might look askance at me for my choice here, but I’m sharing this poem, this particular enactment of this poem, for my own visual and phonemic pleasure. I hope you enjoy it as well!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Express Yourself!

Our friend Roger is always expressing himself!

He walked behind my mother and my husband while they were conversing at a New years Eve party just as I snapped the shutter. Out of the corner of his eye he caught me framing the next shot and decided to jump back into the picture with a flourish.

The second shot not only shows him sailing back into the frame, but also highlights the awesome t-shirt he’s wearing, printed with his own illustration of one his horseshoe crab masks.

Horseshoe Crab Mask by Roger Swezey.
Horseshoe Crab Mask by Roger Swezey.
T-shirt by Roger Swezey.

Roger has expressed himself with his artwork for decades, giving up architecture and becoming known as the “Vulture Sculpture” man exhibiting at several Renaissance Fairs for many years. His sculpture is made from gathered bits of flotsam and jetsam; shells, crab claws, horseshoe crabs, drift wood, coconuts, pine cones, tree roots and the like, salvaged from the water’s edge or the woodland floor.

Framed sculpture by Roger Swezey. Vulture in Moonlit Woods.
Framed sculpture. Vulture in Moonlit Woods by Roger Swezey.

More recently he developed his “Pixel Pointillism” designs and “Feral Coot” illustrations. Both descriptive phrases, he coined himself.

Pixel pointillism Bumblebee by Roger Swezey.
Pixel pointillism Bumblebee by Roger Swezey.
Can't We Just Get Along? Feral coot illustration by Roger Swezey.
Can’t We Just Get Along? Feral coot illustration by Roger Swezey.
The Hep Coots, a band of feralgenarians by Roger Swezey.
The Hep Coots, a band of feralgenarians by Roger Swezey.

Roger calls himself a “feralgenerian,” another word that he invented, and lives up to this resourceful, free-spirited description. After losing his home and just about everything else, in Hurricane Sandy, including most all of the supplies and materials which he gathered from beaches and woodlands over decades, he collected himself and began anew in the Hudson Valley. He accomplished all this starting-over while in his seventies! He had the help of a few wonderful and supportive friends, but even so, many other people in the same circumstances would have despaired and given up. Roger rallied his inner, stubborn curmudgeon and marched on!

Although he probably doesn’t know it, Roger has been an inspiration to me over the years. He’s an awesome example of someone walking to the beat of their own drummer; a perfect example of self expression! …

Roger Swezey, 1956.
Roger Swezey, 1956.
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More traditional work by Roger Swezey.

… I’m so grateful to have the pleasure to count him as one (or two!) of my friends!

You can find Roger and his work in person at the Maryland Renaissance Festival.

You can also find his work online at either of his two Fine Art America shops here or here, at Zazzle, at O Art Tee, and on facebook.

This post is in response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Express Yourself.”

Christmas Pup

This little fellow is accustomed to wearing sweaters to keep warm, but I was surprised by how cooperative he was with the hat!

Santa Pup

Sleepy Santa Pup

I am blessed to be celebrating Christmas with family and friends. I hope your holidays, whichever ones you celebrate, are joy filled and spectacular!  ~Terry

Happy Halloween!

I had some fun carving these pumpkins last night. Tonight I’ll put them out on the front porch, all aglow and halloweeny, and hope for some trick-or-treaters. To pass the time while I wait, I’ll indulge in my yearly Halloween ritual since childhood, watching It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown! 🙂



From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
~Scottish Prayer

May Jack-o-lanterns burning bright
Of soft and golden hue
Pierce through the future’s veil and show
What fate now holds for you.
~Author Unknown

When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam,
May luck be yours on Halloween.
~Author Unknown

Happy Halloween!