Silhouette

 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.

Fire in the Green.

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

 

 

 

Irrelevant Blogging.

Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Not Even.

An outlet for a brain that refuses to stop rambling, even at night, even asleep, my techno colored psychedelic dreams I could write a book on them alone. Attention Deficit Disorder. It’s my brains attempt to never ever be bored, to never be still.

I’m up early. My brain has already had nearly a dozen contemplative in-depth conversations with itself in the past half hour Read More

Of innocence

First Love, Circa: 2012

The day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin

blush a simple kiss
indelible innocence
a wrinkle in time

 

*Just on composition: Not much more than a random photo of my son years ago with his first love, how I ended up with it I’m not quite sure, I actually love the grainy noise of this old outdated cellphone shot aesthetically but more so I love how the photo speaks on that universally experienced great divide, that instantaneous moment in time that splits innocence to coming of age.

 

 

Irrelevant. How the doorway now becomes an adventure in blogging.

Because I have ADHD.
I can, and could, really just leave it at that.

March, 1 2018 6:00 am

I’ve gone from a just another lady with a deck of cards to sheer irrelevance. I still have the cards. I never part with the cards. All interests, no matter how passionate they begin, wane. I should have known. How could I have not have known? Read More

Brushed Pine In Moonlight.

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

 

 

Sublime

deserted discard
the moon never fails in its magic
come and rest your bones

When we stop to really listen and see the world, we can detect the quiet in the chaos. Nirav Patel

Sweet Myrtle

Sometimes inspiration comes in a little ray of sunshine – Unknown

Tuscarora Crape at dusk*