looking up through the trees in my back yard
just as it was getting dark
up towards the sky
looking up through the trees in my back yard
just as it was getting dark
Tag: prose
looking up through the trees in my back yard
just as it was getting dark
for a while ….
And then,
the sun at my back slid under the horizon,
and the glow was gone.
early evening
time
Stuck in a march holding pattern,
it’s all of us now, isn’t it?
And the birds and flowers and trees,
they’re running up ahead
like they’re ready for may.
Surreal,
yes?
new life
flawless
bright
lime
color
texture
photographed march 27, 2020
trees
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”
― Kahlil Gibran
grounded
common stones
just below
muted colors
of the earth
cool
grounded
calming
collage
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Originally posted in July 2019.
the 60s
vidal sassoon
bob cuts
mods
and rockers
goldie and twiggy
mary quant
mary janes
models
in neon colors and ditsy prints
eye liner
and pale lips
grannies and minis
the 60s
a sunny sunday
If you get up close and keep your eyes on the movement of the leaves, and the rhythm of the breeze, it’s almost like a summer day and standing underneath a willow tree.
But it’s not. It’s February.
And just a cluster of bamboo, at the edge of a creek.
reassuring
tentatively
tender fingertips touch the arm
pin oaks
Limp lifeless dull rusty. Leftovers, more like tree clutter than adornment.
Nevertheless, on a February day, when the sky’s gray, and everything around you feels dreary and quiet, the wind picks up a bit, and there’s a soft rustle.
Something like a hiss.
Like frozen crystals brushing by in an icy snow, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Or maybe the scraping a towhee makes when it’s tossing sticks and leaves under brush on a summer’s hunt.
A little softer than the crunch of fancy tissue we bunch around a present for somebody’s birthday.
The pin oaks shiver with the breeze, then they whisper to the wind.
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photograph from january 18, 2020
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