



–Photos by me
–Photos by me
a
local
crop duster
appears daily
in the morning skies
over the farmers’ fields.
suddenly, he plummets down,
barely clearing the power lines,
and releases his chemical spray–
in essence, marking his territory.
–photos by me
i lie on the beach
under tangerine skies
amid scattered
and twisted debris,
while 13 black birds,
dispatched from
the sun,
are fast coming
‘cross the dark sea.
they’ve come
to escort
a lost soul
to the west,
a soul that’s been
newly set free,
and their black
beady eyes
look around
for their prize–
o why are they
looking at me?
–photo by me
It’s another great morning of jaw-dropping beauty, and I am officially 7 months sober today!!
I like this photo because, if I look at it in just the right way, I can see a roiling, fuming lake of fire beyond the trees that extends to the distant purple mountains.
–Photo by me
–Photos by me
The lilacs have finally blossomed here after a late spring, and I’m out for a walk around the neighborhood on this beautiful sunny morning. As I move in closer to a large bush for a photo, the fragrance wafts up and envelops me; it is so overwhelming, that I feel a bit drunk, in fact, and I’m 7 months sober! A warm rush of memories float on the aroma.
Moving along to the next bush, I remember the Greek myth about how Pan, god of the fields and forests, relentlessly pursued the nymph Syringa for her beauty, until she turned herself into a lilac bush to escape him. Today, Syringa is the scientific name for the lilac.
Last year at this time, I took my youngest granddaughter to the park to introduce her to the luscious flora there. We found some magnificent lilac bushes, and I suggested that she take a whiff. She leaned in and inhaled deeply; a smile came across her precious little face, and she said, “I knew purple would smell nice.”
o nymph syringa
you once bewitched the god pan–
now, you bewitch us all
–Photos by me
there lives a young songbird named heather
who thinks she is so ‘all together’,
and that magpie beau monde
is above and beyond–
but they’re really just birds of a feather.
–photo by me
some simply must dance
and some, by nature, must be
content to waddle
–photo by aaron
–Photos by me
Another photo of nature totally ruined!
foto fun by me