Do you truly remember what it was like to be a completely innocent child? Free from guile and not yet succumbed to the pressures of the adult world? For so many, that innocence is taken away at a younger…
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If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you might have caught on that Mr. F and I are hikers. Not quite in the super long distance-backpackers way ( though Mr. F could do it and has! ),…
Edward Hopper‘s body of work is one revered and admired by many artists and art lovers, including this Forager. New York photographer Richard Tuschman found himself drawn to the painter’s method of visual storytelling, saying so much with so very…
Mr. Forager and I are without a home. We have a roof over our heads always, but as we move from furnished rental to furnished rental, none of them are actually home. A place that is ours, filled with…
I’ve heard of this phenomena called the January Blues. A condition in which the post-holiday, short, usually cold and cloudy days get some folks down. I’m thankful not to suffer that affliction! If anything, I absolutely revel in the…
One of our favorite things about taking time out for hiking and camping is getting unplugged. No laptops, no iPad, no phone. Only a camera. I believe these excursions truly help Mr. Forager and I in our ability to…
So much of what we see depends on how our eyes and brain work to create perception. Last week, I shared the work of a photographer who creates work to change our perception of the body. In her series,…
‘Tis the season for transformational decision making aka New Year’s resolutions. We’ve all made our lists of who we’d like to be by the end of 2014– physically, mentally, emotionally. We start off the year with such hopes and…
Do you ever feel like life isn’t quite real? Like you’re sleep walking or drifting in and out of a surreal existence. Occasionally, I get the strangest sense of deja vu. Its like finding yourself in a place you…
I love the warm glow of window light at night. In fact, when I lived alone, I used to put my lights on timers so that I came home at night to a welcoming glowing light. In his Homes…