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blue sky, flight, freedom, sky

freedom

May 1, 2020May 1, 2020 etikser

Beyond the top of the canopy,
blue sky and formless clouds.
A couple of hawks circle and glide
in the wide open air,
high,
high,
high above me,
high above the tallest trees.

photographed april 29, 2020

green, leaves, sky

up towards the sky

April 23, 2020 etikser

last night
looking up through the trees in my back yard
just as it was getting dark

glow, sun, time, treetops

for a while ….

April 2, 2020 etikser

And then,
the sun at my back slid under the horizon,
and the glow was gone.

photographed april 1, 2020
early evening

green, leaves, nature, spring

time

April 1, 2020April 1, 2020 etikser

photographed march 31, 2020

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?

backyard plants, green, hydrangea, leaves

new life

March 31, 2020March 31, 2020 etikser

fresh
flawless
bright
lime
color
texture

photographed march 27, 2020

Kahlil Gibran, sky, trees

trees

March 21, 2020March 21, 2020 etikser

photographed 3/17/20

“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

creek bed, life, nature

grounded

March 18, 2020February 28, 2022 etikser

common stones
just below
muted colors
of the earth
cool
grounded
calming
collage
~ ~ ~

Originally posted in July 2019.

culture, fashion, the 60s, writing

the 60s

February 28, 2020April 11, 2021 etikser

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

bamboo, nature, sunlit

a sunny sunday

February 13, 2020February 13, 2020 etikser

photographed february 9, 2020

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

February 13, 2020February 13, 2020 etikser

reaching gently
tentatively
tender fingertips touch the arm

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