Traveling Through Resistance
Lean into a gathering
And binds me to a day I’ll remember
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.— J.B. Priestly (1894-1984) English Author Today was a good example of a day when I should have ignored the weather peoples. I listened to their predictions and killed…
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about long-term versus new relationships and the power of stories that start with “Remember when…” Tomorrow I’ll be posted photos showing the transformation from snowy winter to spring?
My thoughts are like geese, rising up to form a solid V, while one or two stray off honking madly for the others to follow. Ideas come to me hot and heavy, flamed with enthusiasm and hot air. Like paper, they quickly turn to nothing but ash, blowing aimlessly upward. Over and over I start,…
I have a post on Vision and Verb today that I hope you’ll check out. Both posts are about a photography field trip but with different lines of contemplation. So if you go there, please do come back here to get the full effect of my internal and external meanderings. Last Saturday, Steve and I…
Hasn’t this been an interesting year so far weather-wise? Will Spring ever arrive and stay? What about summer? As we wait, might as well notice what’s been interesting about it. Tree Moods Trees move me Even when downed Mystery wrapped in texture Individuals Changing with seasons The rush and robbing of light The dogs and…
I’m trying a new thing. Perspective Poetry I started out with this observation on my way to work. Road spray Dirt blackened snow A scenic drive Ugh, not so great, but a bit comical. Poets and Writers magazine tweeted that I should flip through a dictionary and randomly choose ten words. Then write a poem…
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Beautiful, Maery! I love how red Luke is. Nothing like hugging your horse when they have that soft winter coat.
Fantastic shots and text! Wow!
Beautiful!