december, leaves, photography, writing

by the light of the moon

Tall oak trees stretch into shadows. Long shadows that sweep all the way down the hill, and across the yard. Giant shadows from towering trees.

The white light of the moon, though, finds its way past the shadows and scatters its magic. Its matte cottony glow blankets the leafy ground, reaches up into the house, and comes to rest on the window sill in front of me.

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A full moon on a clear winter night, after the trees have dropped their leaves, has its own special charm. One I’ve never captured well in a picture. The ground was so white I thought we had a fresh round of snowfall.

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etikser

nature, photography, poetry, sky

way up high

way up high
where the north winds blow
there’s a song that calls
and soothes my ragged soul

way up high
where the north winds blow
there’s a tune that winks
a rustle that sighs
there’s a hum that waves and smiles
and calms my ragged soul


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etikser

nature, november, photography, woods

crunch rustle crunch scrape … 5

photographed 11/18/19

I hesitated posting this one.
It pictures the drab wash of faded colors we find in nature this time of year.
But this area was lively, and noisy enough to get my attention.
Towhees were busy in the shrubs, flying from one twig to the next,
scraping the leaves on the ground, and chirping,
tri-i-ill cheep

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etikser

life, music, non-fiction, writing

catch a falling star

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket.
Never let it fade away .
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket.
Save it for a rainy day.


– Perry Como –
written by Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss

An old beautiful song. One of those songs you find yourself humming.

When I was in grade school, there was a boy in my grade who had a wonderful singing voice. He was a quiet boy, and good looking. One of the best looking boys in class. I was only seven or eight, too young to have crushes, but even then I knew he was ‘cute’.

This was a Catholic school, and our teachers were nuns. We were getting ready for a performance, a concert for our parents, I suppose. All the class was to sing as a group. But this boy, the one with the singing voice, would sing this song by himself. Sister would, very nicely, give the rest of the class an assignment. I think she asked us to draw a picture. It was clear, even to a young kid, that she needed time to help this boy practice. We didn’t mind. Drawing pictures is fun enough for a second-grader. And we listened to him sing. This song, over and over. I don’t remember anything about the performance, just his practicing.

This is where we decide as writers if we want to stick with a sweet tender memory, or do we want reality. The reality is this boy died when we were both around 18. We weren’t close friends, but when you’re 18, you don’t expect someone you went to school with to die. But he did. I hardly remember anything about him in high school, but what I always remember, every time I hear that song, every time I think of that song, is him singing that song, with his sweet young voice, when we were both children. And me sitting at my desk, drawing a picture.

Bittersweet.

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etikser

colors, humor, photography, wordless wednesday

wordless wednesday

I love Wordless Wednesday!

Why?

First of all, it’s a day to discover bloggers. Like a meet n’ greet, the neighborhood block party, or a college mixer, if they still have those.

But also, it’s such a relief to simply post what I hope is a great photo, type out Wordless Wednesday for a title, and voila, I’ve got a post. No other title or explanation required. We’ve reached a point this Fall when I can’t possibly find a pithy or novel combination of descriptives to give my photo gravity, to add to its appeal, or to tell readers there’s more to see than what that long rectangular preview box is showing you. There are but so many ways to say fall colors, autumn gold, bold red, bronze trees, colorful leaves.

Tuesday night gets here, and I’m more than ready for Wordless Wednesday.

Okay, I know. That was a whole lot of words.

photographed November 6, 2019

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etikser