Pink Fog

audio accompaniment: “44444”

We walked in your forest
And were transported
By the language
Spoken between tree and root

To a place 
Found only in the mind.

I stopped to weep.

At the bridge
Tears of joy
Fell into the river.
Drops united
Flowing to the sea
The great expanse

“We mustn’t stop,
It is forbidden”
“Go ahead,” I said.
“This is my place.”

They were coming for me
Masks revealing only their eyes
I removed my covering
Breathed deep and long

Atom by atom
Into the pink fog

I went for a walk in my favorite forest on Monday. It’s ok to walk, but no stopping? No meditation? No appreciation for the connectedness of nature?
Put me in jail if you must, but I refuse to “visit” a place I call home.

multiple exposure photograph with birds added (manipulation) – I wanted to make a square, but it just wouldn’t work


Honestly, I’m not sure
What to think
Of these days of uncertainty
As if uncertainty
Was never a part of our living
And dying
Are we so much wiser
Being able to see the unseeable
Panic filling our hearts
To stave off the inevitable
Knowledge enough
To hide like mice?

We ask ourselves
Is it enough to be alive
While not living
By what measure
Will one consider
Coming to that final conclusion
That realization of consciousness
That those things we can control
Should never
Control us?

Light on the Other Side

Be happy!
There’s light on the other side!

You just need to go through the woods
Endure the darkness
And rogue lions

This was one of the last photos made in my favorite wooded park (over 2 months ago). I’m sure these trees are full of leaves right now. I’m sure of it, I have not lost faith. 

Lettuce Give Thanks

Today, it will be 90 degrees Fahrenheit. A few weeks ago, it was cool and rainy. So much for the Southern California spring!
Here are 2 minutes of a rainy scene in our garden:

The garden has changed a lot since then. We have many lettuce plants that are doing well. They will want to bolt if it stays hot for too many days in a row.

The photo is a cropped/stitched image of some breakfast radishes from the garden of last year.

They are sometimes bitter
And grow up too fast
But underneath
They really are sweet
And love to blend in

Sorry for the title!