At Butterfly Pace

June 30, 2016.  I enjoyed an unexpected escort coming down from the top of Mt. Mitchell (off the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina – highest US peak East of the Mississippi). You can drive almost to the top but a fairly steep (albeit paved) path leads to the summit.  For me, going up that path took all my concentration.  Coming back down, in contrast, was pure pleasure.  What a treat to catch a photo in one of my guide’s brief pauses!

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Staccato Jam

May 15, 2016.  This poem began in late February –  the trees have since leafed out, blocking any view of rooftop referenced.  Today is muggy, cloudy.  I find myself wishing for the crisp clarity of the February morning.  So I dug out the poem and let it brighten my day.  The image blends the one visible roofer and one of my djembe drums into a collage of  wishful thinking.  Enjoy.  Tap your pencil, snap your fingers, join in the rhythm.

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