Old Guard

Stands at the top knoll
Staunch against the wind
Slowly bends to time

In recent outings, I travel light. One camera, one lens.
AI is extremely useful when it comes to stitching so many photos.

Starlings and the moon. More AI – In camera multiple exposure.
AI reads exposure values and evens them out in camera.

Cuts, Bruises, Growth

It’s been a little over a year now that we’ve moved to a rural suburb.
The property was neglected so there is much work still left to do.

Last year’s oppressive summer was an eye opener for living on a hill that faces south. It gets hot. Hotter than other positions, but you just learn to live with it and move forward. I’m two months into retirement and we are working diligently to get the property back into shape.

Last year into the heart of summer, it became clear that a certain Spanish lavender was on the edge. It had become a mass of dead wood with a few sprigs of leaves eeking their way out into the world. We made the decision to give it a last go at life.
With that, I cut the plant back, removing dead wood and anything that was not contributing to the overall health of the plant. Very little of the original plant was left. We were both very sad for what we had to do. The little thing was trying, but it was sending too much energy for zero return for its efforts.
We’ve fed and watered it over the last 10 months, taking care to pay special attention to it. A little nurturing can go a long way. The winter/spring afforded lots of rain and gave the plant the confidence it needed. That lavender is well over three times the mass of what was left. It’s leaves are robust and healthy and it’s flowers call the bees and hummingbirds in.
It’s funny how something seemingly dead can be brought back to life, if only it first recognizes the need to rid itself of all the superfluous things that devour its energy and yet produces nothing. We can be like that too, no?

Reaffirmation

We are in agreement
The birds and I
Our sacred covenant
N’er to be broken

They swear
To look for you
At every corner
And shadow

For the price of suet and seed

And when found
They will report to me
Your whereabouts
In complete detail
Whether high or low

They follow my every step

Now, no longer
Do I wait by lit window
Nor anticipate another sunset
Without half of my soul

Be it cliff or chilly waters
Mired exposure
Dangers from vicious beasts
Dangers from within
Or falls within the abyss of doubt

We will find you
And you will find me
In this new place
You bring us to.

There is no such thing as Valentines Day. There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love. It takes us through dark places into the light. It takes our every ounce of strength, and gives us comfort when everything changes. And only works, when we give everything without accounting.
Not easy.

Going Home

Those words
When we say them
Mean Nothing
And Everything

A subjective a comment
Unique
Only to the speaker

Such places
Only exist in our minds
For a time

While the walking
Directs our steps
To perilous places
Where we fear
Being torn apart

Though once we’ve traversed the gauntlet
Of hungry wolves and bears
We find the single door
Of long standing memory
Painted same as childhood dream

Knocking avails no answer
Fumbling keys do not fit the lock
Slowly opens of its own volition
And is filled with home
The subjective agreement
Of rest and assurance