Finch-sized leaves fall from maples twirling forty feet to fleck the ground with sunshine Both photos taken from my back yard in previous autumns. Our leaves here are just beginning to fall.
So often car trips are sprinkled with back seat travelers asking, “Are we there yet?” In our family the running joke to answer that question was always, “We’re here now.” Of course that didn’t answer the essence of the question about the destination, but did emphasize the value of the journey. I took this photo … More Are We There Yet?
No matter how tall you grow You’ll never touch the top of the sky No matter how small you are You’ll always be touching the sky Top photo was taken of our back yard trees in summer; the bottom photo is a brood of wood duck chicks that visited our yard in spring.
In the winter of my nature I retreat to pull into myself be still and gather energy for a cycle of rebirth In the winter of my nature I notice the beauty of bare foundations like the gnarls on my backyard tree covered in busyness before now visible and highlighted with snow Tour Guide of … More The Winter of My Nature
When the road traveled is covered with silent snow, finding the path to follow is buried in uncertainty. Who knows? Perhaps the journey may take a turn, leading to windfalls of winter. Candid photo taken in Firefighters Park in Troy, MI USA
this lovely snow flakes all different sizes approach their journeys in different ways some fall gently some careen in aggressive race some dance down like whirlybirds some even ascend at times before falling to blanket the earth with diversity I took this photo from my back door during a snowfall yesterday. I processed it into … More Diversity
Amazing art breathes through me Extending me its energy In waves of chatter-cleansing That fill a void with beauty Of silence I have been going to an art therapy workshop on Wednesdays at the Karmanos Cancer Treatment Center in Farmington Hills, MI (USA) for a couple of years. It provides a creative outlet for … More Art Breathes Through Me
While she sits with thoughts in stillness the world whirs all around her Is she indeed the shadow or is she the shadow-maker? While the light creates the boundaries of her shadow thoughts the shadow thoughts define the edges of the light Sometimes the light and darkness are marbled into grey containing both the light … More Thinking in the Shadows
I heard the family approach before I saw them, the lilt of their Hindi phrasing interspersed with soft laughter. I was on a boardwalk trying to photograph a tuft of new grass growing in wetland mud. Green shoots reached through a tee-pee of the brittle beige remains of its predecessors. I evaluated several angles for … More Poet’s Heart