LYNN M. DAVIS

Evening Light Through a White Hydrangea I snapped this photo one beautiful summer evening. Simple. Still. Beautiful. Fleeting. I had no...

I drove by a construction site the other day and saw an older gentleman watching a digger excavate the foundation for a new apartment...

photo credit @cynthiamoorephotography It all started with an idea: I wanted family photos. Life moves fast—and recent losses reminded me...

We all have it—the stuff that piles up, takes over, and somehow multiplies when we’re not looking. There are so many things that go into...

Each new year offers a clean slate, brimming with aspirations—big or small. Yet, how often do we find our resolve waning as life sets in?...

I recall seeing such signs in shop windows, as we travelled through small towns on our way to the cottage, when I was a kid. Over time,...

When my grandparent’s property sold back in 1995, I dug up my grandmother’s peony and planted it in my own garden - a reminder of a woman...

Are you like me? Do you have memories of people that are inextricably linked to objects? This chair belonged to my paternal grandmother,...

There is a Buddhist parable … and I’m paraphrasing here … about two monks, a senior and a junior, who while on a journey encounter a...