Grass fills the senses
Mud puddles dot the trail
Sun has popped her head out
From between dwindling clouds
There is a stirring
Pensive waiting
For the grand explosion
Of plenty
The big sleep
Is giving way.
Crow’s Delight

Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Grass fills the senses
Mud puddles dot the trail
Sun has popped her head out
From between dwindling clouds
There is a stirring
Pensive waiting
For the grand explosion
Of plenty
The big sleep
Is giving way.
Yesterday,
Don’t even get me started.
But today,
Today will be different.
Void of circumstance.
Ignorant of age.
Trite criticisms,
Will fall
Without a sound.
Today,
Belongs to me
And a will,
To see what is beautiful.
And become
A part of that dimension.
Inspired by my WP readings. Thank you all.
Five o’clock is really four o’clock.
Here, let me wake you up during the most restful part of your sleep experience.
Like that do ya? Have fun gettin’ used to this again.
Drove to work this morning. Still not sure how I got here.
Am I even awake?
What I feel like on the “daylight savings” fiasco. Can we just stop this?
Bodie California – “Arrested Decay”
It can be a dark world just below the surface.
Big fish will eat little fish and become complacent.
Something the heron knows all too well.
We stay close
Bunched up
Grains of sand
On a lonely beach
It drives us mad
This closeness
Transforms us
To lash out
As rattler’s broods
The engine of progress
Its constant drone
Inescapable
Replaces
The music
Of a gentle brook
And the rustling
Of deer moving
Quietly through
Forest’s timberland
So confusing
This voice
That perpetually
Reminds
Of such lovely consciousness
Reminds
Of unknown places
Asking, begging
To be discovered
Diptych – (2) 12″x12″ oils on canvas
I’m sure there are places where the drone of freeways are non-existent.
Where the wind passing through the trees is an event.