Lindy has been a wonderful influence on my photography and we don't even know each other! I am so grateful for her comments and photos. I found this poem that made me think of what I imagine she is like...I hope she likes it! Being ---by Linda Gregg The woman walks up the mountain and then down. She wades into… Read more

Lindy has been a wonderful influence on my photography and we don't even know each other! I am so grateful for her comments and photos. I found this poem that made me think of what I imagine she is like...I hope she likes it! Being ---by Linda Gregg The woman walks up the mountain and then down. She wades into the sea and out. Walks to the well, pulls up a bucket of water and goes back into the house. She hangs wet clothes. Takes clothes back to fold them. Every evening she crochets from six until dark. Birds, flowers, stars. Her rabbit lives in an empty donkey pen. The sea is out there are far as the stars. Always quiet. No one there. She may not believe in anything. Not know what she is doing. Every morning she waters the geranium plant. And the leaves smell like lemons.