Sabrina Lloyd

By Mary Oliver, From The Book Of Time, poem 1. I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it's spring, and the thrush...

Long week. It's hot in Kenya. Bone melting hot. But the long rains are coming and they bring their own difficulty so I lean into the sun...

My son found this amazing grasshopper exoskeleton sitting on our steps as the full moon was rising. He showed us a turtle hidden...

Rain. Days and nights of wet, thunder, fallen tree limbs. I don’t remember the rains being so long, so violent. Beautiful. Everything is...

#garden #kampala #tropical #uganda

#door #garden #uganda

The butterfly exhibit at the Museum of Natural History did not fail to impress today. Again, the wonder children bring back into your...

How is it my heart still beats red? Whispering me back. Settled into ancient passion, yes. But, the place my skin crawled with life is...

I am in love. Italy is now mine. It took a dark, edgy city to pull me in, and sink me. Naples is deep. It’s dirty. It’s sexy. It’s...

The summer is winding down, should have been home by now. We ran from two islands, but Irene caught us in NY and has us grounded. No...

August nights in British Columbia: But I get to do this: #canada #fire #photography

#hummingbirds #photography #water

#italy #photography

Here’s what you get when you mix yoga and wine country: yesterday in class, here on my yoga retreat tucked into a Tuscan hill, after an...

Summer is here. Storms hang in corners; windows are now perpetually open, as mosquitoes rest on my pillow waiting for me to sleep so that...

#italy #photography #rome

#photography #rome

#italy #photography

#photography #rome