One of the features on the Moon is called Mare Spumans, or Foaming Sea. This image looks a little like photographs of the pockmarked surface of the Moon, but it’s just whipped dish soap and water in a Fiesta bowl. You can use the larger bubbles as magnifying lenses to see the bubbles beneath them in the froth.

I remember learning about the parts of Pennsylvania bank barns, with their massive gray limestone walls with glassless slits, called “windeyes,” built into their sides for ventilation.

One of the pleasures of looking up words is discovering how fitting they can be. According to Dictionary.com, our word window has this history: Origin: 1175–1225; ME windoge, windowe < ON vindauga, equiv. to vindr wind + auga eye.

These windows on an old frame barn near our house gaze north from under aging and peeling brows, facing the cold north winds and awaiting the shedding of their panes, to turn them into true windeyes.

One measure of the advancing seasons is the morning sun slicing through the windows on the north side of the house. These beams have landed on some shelves in the library.

Morning and evening paint the world with beautiful light. It’s hard to walk outdoors and not see some amazing illumination.

After a nasty encounter with a serpentine belt at the end of March, Miss Kitty is recuperating nicely in Anne’s Feline Loft of Luxury.

Zeke, our Labradoodle, likes to bring sticks from the woods to our yard. Many of them are worlds in themselves when viewed in detail.

Pangea played at the Farmers’ Market on a beautifully sunny and cool morning.

Hostas have a consistent shape, but a clump reveals the variety embodied by the individual stems.

Black and white seemed to be an effect that helps highlight form.

Flashbacks to Euclidean Geometry….

Given a line and a point not on that line, there exists one and only one line through that point that does not intersect the given line.

One of my favorite childhood books ended with a character reading a book in which that same character was reading a book in which….

I didn’t know the term “recursion,” but the concept was a great toy for imaginative play, inspiring me to go the bathroom to noodle around with a hand mirror reflecting the wall mirror’s reflection of the hand mirror,’s reflection of the wall mirror, and so on.

This image is a digital play on the same theme, using an iSight Webcam, iChat, and my Nikon.