Chasing Light & Nature

07/14/2026

The lone sciff on the water at dawn. I always wanted to be that person. Though these days I think I’d prefer sunset. 😀

07/07/2026

I’d like to invite everyone to follow me on Substack. I writer about the silver market, because I’m
Invested, and other things, random thoughts, the garden, thinks I hear on the news (not politics) and just ideas that occurred to me. There is a paid subscription level, but it’s free to everyone so you can just shut that window. Here’s the link. The only thing I’d ask is that you like my stuff so I can get wider readership.

Thanks bunches and I’ll see you there.

I am a vintage jewelry seller currently studying gemology. I research silver to understand what I have and how the market applies to my stock availability. I am a lifelong resident of Washington DC & the niece of a world renowned treasure hunter.

07/05/2026

And for those reading my columns here’s the latest. This was last Sunday. I only posted notes this weekend as everyone is otherwise distracted. BYW, silver close, in London, on Friday at $61, and gold at $4170 not the highly anticipated $1500 $”& $20000 from the financial fiction writers association. 😀

The easiest way to spot a financial fiction writer is when they take two real numbers, smash them together, and arrive at an absolute conspiracy.

07/05/2026

I missed the fireworks last night, they were scheduled at11-12pm. Unusually late for DC. But here’s the morning after in 2023. Along the Potomac north of Old Town.

06/24/2026

The garden is bursting with blooms!

06/14/2026

While my page here is about light and nature, my Substack is about the nature of silver markets. They were on bad drugs this past week.

The market had a breakdown. Silver didn’t.

06/14/2026

Remember Mr Owl. I don’t think we ever agreed on a name for him. Ideas? This was last night when the sky was that amazing golden pink color after the rain.

06/13/2026

You glance up from the screen and the room has gone gold.

Not gradually. All at once, the way grace works.

Outside, the sky is doing something it does a few times a year if you happen to be looking. Pink bleeding into amber, violet holding the edges like it knows when to let go.

The dogs are quiet. The work can wait.

There is a light show happening outside free of charge, for anyone who thinks to look up.

You wander into the glowing pink light. You stay a little longer than you meant to.