awakened by self-doubt
criticizing all I've done
so I face within
resisting these words
embracing all that I am
keep moving forward
I dig computers
awakened by self-doubt
criticizing all I've done
so I face within
resisting these words
embracing all that I am
keep moving forward

This is a photo I took a few weeks ago on my Google Pixel, and the post below (Instagram) inspired me to write something today:

(third photo on the carousel)
It’s funny to me how I feel compelled to justify my work, my writing, photography, poetry. Really, I’m supposed to monetize EVERYTHING! If it’s not generating income, or promoting my business, then I shouldn’t do it. However, I know, in my heart, that I need to create stuff.
I feel compelled to post daily, but I’m hamstrung by the needs above, as well as the larger issues of imposter syndrome and all that.
So, I took the photo above and added the haiku in Canva. I do enjoy that, but I think I need to explore other tools besides Canva. Heck, maybe I need to start doing these in Photoshop again. Get those skills back up.

within the darkness
listening to the rainfall
the night's progression

in the bitter cold
the night moving with such grace
soon dawn approaches

a few hints of snow
guarded by the bitter cold
graced by the starlight

sunlight's gentle way
moving slowly over snow
clouds cover the sky
Another day with snow. This snow, though, has settled in. Nothing new during the day.
I created this in Canva, which is a lot of fun.

the morning snowfall
soon to be trampled by life
fading in the sun
The past few mornings have featured snow. Usually it’s melted by early afternoon. I’m grateful that it’s not become a giant ball of ice overnight.

sunlight in the cold
bitter frost upon the grass
the grace of my coat
It’s been a cold couple of days here on the PNW. Looks like it’s been quite cold (brutal?) throughout a lot of the US. I’ve had the additional annoyance of fighting a nasty and belligerent cold. The remaining symptom: coughing. I’ve had to reschedule one dentist appointment, and that looks like it’ll become two. Sigh…
I hope 2025 has been kinder to you.

winter moves forward
cold air underneath the clouds
this infectious gloom