Ablaze

January 8, 2019.  One of those stop-in-your-tracks encounters showed up in the sky late yesterday.  In a rush to get away from the day’s frenzies … forgot all about those energies  … standing transfixed in the driveway.  Colors and textures overhead gave the appearance of winter-bare tree limbs ablaze.  Just our imaginations, our luck to walk out when we did.

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Necessary Unpleasantness

December 26, 2018.  ‘Tis that time of year for tending to things put off … I don’t make New Year Resolutions, but I do focus on major to-dos, getting some of them off the list, off my conscience before the year ends.   Like cutting back the yaupon holly – arched trunk  extending over the sidewalk, into the street.  Of course I took photos before we began cutting.  The chore is done, off the list, but my conscience is unsettled.  If  only I could’ve moved the street instead …

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Moon’s Fullness

December 22, 2018.  Winter Solstice caught my attention this year.  Long dark nights suit me just fine – not so for all of us.  Hence a number of reflections in groups I mingle with.  Yesterday @ 4:21 pm Solstice arrived, between two memorable experiences with our Tundra.  First, getting stuck in the mud out at my daughter’s tiny house;  then, the battery just quit flat at the car wash.

Standing around outside the Battery store, the moon (almost full) beamed … in a trickster joking kind of way … telling me it’s daylight hours that bring problems … night hours would bring relief!

Home finally, new battery dismissing angst, I took camera and tripod outside to see what I might capture.  Luck was with me:  Several clear shots and a big smile noticing how this incredibly bright moon was totally undoing “long dark night” …  trickster indeed!

This morning I woke early and found the moon peeking at me through trees and clouds.  Not 100% full until 11:50 today … but plenty full of light and mischief.

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No Standing Still

December 10, 2018.  Today marks 2 weeks since a hurried scurry in my driveway left me flat against the concrete wondering briefly what all have I broken?  And who saw me fall?  Good news on all fronts – nothing broken and no distressed neighbors hovering.  I got myself up slowly, marveling that everything still worked, and began puzzling why I tripped on something always right there, why on the day before I go to my aunt’s 94th birthday, why, why, why?

Richard Wehrman’s poem “Traveling” helps make sense of a seemingly senseless stumble.  I’ve added bloom and swirl to a photo of my purple-puffed chin.

P.S. I am back to normal skin tones.  More attentive in the driveway.  Pondering still.

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Hollow Beauty

November 4, 2018.  From summer’s week on the mountain above Cloudcroft NM, this image keeps returning to my thoughts.  A picture of destruction, yet incredibly beautiful in its hues and textures.  Perhaps perceived destruction is merely acceleration of a natural transition.

This tree became my place of meditation,  pulling my thoughts into its cylindrical hull, resembling more and more a castle tower for forest spirits.

The image is a collage – the tiny flower magnified.

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Garden Contrast

October 31, 2018.  Never mind the date and the hue – this is not a Halloween post.

It’s a response to what’s been stirring in my backyard for the past few days, and today’s nudge from Sam Allen at www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com – she suggests a poetic look at one scene through two lenses.  That’s what I’ve been doing in the yard – admiring the butterflies, admiring the cat, conflicted over the proximity of such  different energies.  I am awed (and relieved) at how adeptly butterflies react to presence of cat …

I was unsuccessful trying to photograph Brie leaping for a butterfly, hence the collage.  These butterflies were among this afternoon’s many visitors.  They are indulging in the blue mist that stands three-to-four feet above ground (and cat).

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September Rain Lilies

September 9, 2018.  Rain, blessed relief of 100-degree days, washing away a multitude of apprehensions – some environmental, others attitudinal. A small field in the middle of Austin (near Seton Cove Spirituality Center) erupts in masses of rain lilies after successive days of rain. Again yesterday, I hit the brakes to hop out for photos. This collage combines a clump from September 2013 with a close-up from September 2018.

The sight of these prompts a big grin and a boost of spirits.   Here’s sharing …

 

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