I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Baker.  

Thank you so much for stopping by. 


 ©Cathy Sly 2018 


I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies, mushrooms, leaves idling down the air, two or three at a time, warblers twittering and glittering in every bush ('Confusing fall warblers,' Peterson calls them, and how right he is): the lingering yellow jackets feeding on broken apples; crickets; amber-dappled light; great geese barking down from the north; the seesaw noise that blue jays seem to make more often in the fall. Hoarfrost in the morning, cold stars at night. But slow; the whole thing coming slowly. The way it should be.”  

~ Elizabeth Enright, Doublefiends: Memories and Stories 

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I can't seem to get enough of autumn this year: the colors, the decorations, the apples, the beautiful fall  flowers, soup, anything with pumpkin in it (except my latte) mist in the morning and afternoon sun, long walks, fallen leaves, mushrooms, digging out the down comforter, books and chi tea in the afternoon. I hope it sticks around for a while. 

Jordan is home for a few days and I can't get enough of him either. 

hope you week is grand,