Alternatives

The call of spring
A mere splash of color
Descending into a single point of energy

Its power
Hidden
From the rush of responsibility

One must decide
The lens of perspective
Whether of practical means
Or the freefall
Of climbing
Outside the skin

That blinds the eyes
And reveals the river
Of order among the chaos

We must always see the forest from the trees, but sometimes we just need to get real close to the magic in tiny spaces.
Modified Helios lens

Ten-Year Murmuration

The fourth quarter of 2021 will mark ten years that I have been documenting the murmurations at a little lake in the ‘burbs.

Hundreds of individuals
Effortlessly  
Fly in unison

We might learn something of value from our natural world. Cover photo is a single-frame multiple exposure effort.

here they are with a new instrumental “Arrested Solitude”

Pleasantly Fall

New carpet covers the path
As we pass one another
Our masks force us
To look into each others eyes
To see a smile

Smile we do
Speaking with our friends
Without words
The trees that cover us
Laugh at our limited vision
Sleeping in warm beds

What I saw:

SoCal trees are a little slow on the uptake. The nights get cool, but the days are still warm, so our poor trees become confused.
Eventually, like children, they concede it’s time to “sleep.”