The Darkness of the Morning

I make my way into the darkness of the morning –  it's 4:20 am.  I have been writing and writing and writing. In the darkness of the morning, I feel the aura of the unknown. I welcome its mystery.   I reach for my trusty oh-so-classic, weighted-by-its years laptop.   It sits…

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The fog of Uncertainty

For days now I am greeted in the early am with layers of fog.  It sets my morning in a way that allows me to move in an unfettered way.  There's a freedom attached to the fog.  It holds what it is to come and for the few morning hours…

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A State of Becoming

Welcome to the official launch of the Facebook Business Profile of Suzie Biehler Photography.  My photographic trajectory began around age 13 when my Dad became my catalyst for an inspiring path of following the light, the shadows, the action, the moments that fell ever so gracefully though the lens of my camera. Repeatedly…

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A Fog Calling

I had been missing the fog horn lately and was surprised how much it shaped my early mornings.  Soon, as the end of June came and well into July and now early August -- the fog has appeared front and center and I knew it was time to note its…

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Landscape of a summer beach

I felt the air stream guiding over the exposed part of my tummy as I luxuriated on the sand.  80 plus degrees in San Francisco - a rare treat and it was edging up to Summer Solstice.  David was snoozing.  He was in recovery from life twists and turns and sleep…

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Laundry Day

There’s something about freshly washed laundry to spark a memory. As I was hanging up my wet clothes to dry in the fresh air I remembered being with Mom on one visit where we exchanged favorite items we once valued with each other. She gifted me a scarf from her…

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Lessons of the Waxing Moon

I woke up at 3:30 and clearly knew I was being summoned. I found my robe and slippers and made my way with cat companion toward that first cup of coffee.  My laptop and the shimmering moonlight provided the only light I needed to write. Why was this particular year…

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Good Morning Mid-January

There’s a momentary pause in the rain. Like space in between the words I write. Voids in the day. To be filled or fulfilled. And really, does it matter? I walked in the rain last night to catch the bus – I needed the almost-mile walk up the blocks dodging…

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Edging into Winter

As the temps slide down I find myself squirming to locate my nestling spot.  There's so much to do and be done and it's the holidays and this and that and and...wait stop.  Take a breath.  Been quite the busy year.  And goodness me, I crossed over to a new…

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