I had to pull over to the side of the road because I felt the urge to look at the flowers blooming on the bush. Continue reading “αη∂ נυsт zεη”
Found: Broken Pieces.
‘as small as the world and as large as alone.’
“For whatever we lose, (like a you or like a me), it’s always ourselves we find at the sea.” E.E. Cummings
haughty the clouds
golden rose blushes twilight
time froze silhouettes
Adopt the pace of nature: Her secret is patience. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Fishing at sunset. Indian Rocks Beach, Florida.
Winters southern embrace, January 2017
I’d walk the pathway around the park roughly the same time every day before I head down to the shore to watch the suns grand finale on the big stage. Every day as I’d make my way around the loop I’d try to take visual note of the slightest shifting of shadow and light dancing among the fern as the sun would gently begins its slow decline. Nature. My solace. My equalizer. Its magic on this day, the fire breathing sun set tree Spirit alive.
glory in the green
a fire in the belly
even trees rejoice
February 26, 2018 5:37 pm. End of Month Nature Walk
I made my way through the park wanting to get a certain angle of the long overreaching arm of a magnificent oak tree that stands guard over the swing at the ponds edge but the position of the sun is off. I look up between the limbs, and this beauty. Another lofty moon snapshot. This one in real time, not at all in retro, and not too bad for a little cell phone camera and some fun with filters.
Spring arrives early down south, and with it comes that recycled exuberance for life and the belief that anything is possible.
brushed pine in moonlight
quiet is the winter’s end
hope blossoms like crocus