As we start creeping into the Winter I find myself becoming nostalgic for Summer. I suppose that’s how it usually goes, that you appreciate most what you can’t have and don’t fully engage in those same times when you do have them. But as I have the luxury of being able to enjoy reading and
Snow Falls softly, clinging to each limb and joint. And all of the things we ever knew are transformed, become new. But our eyes move up, up, the skies calm and dreamy, Each snowflake hung on marionette crosses, One could believe they even saw stars in this light polluted city.
The world is alive and bright right now. I dread returning to a Winter anything like the last, full of peacoats and runny noses and bodies that just could not get warm in negative degrees regardless of the layers of wool you wore. Eew. But we are not in Winter, not where I live at
Summer comes in bright and yellow, bright bobbing flowers call out “Hello!” For cheer is here in this sunny world, and black eyed susans join in accord. What do you love in nature and life that blooms in Summer?
The freak Earthquake of 2011 surprised Eastern residents of the United States, as it was an unprecedented (for the region, it was pretty wimpy in the history of the world overall) 5.8 on the Richter Scale. This meant that many old buildings were pretty shook up and needed some intensive repairs. (Well, old in The
I’ve been playing around with experimental photography, as you’d know if you saw Night Lights. Today we are looking at shots taken from odd angles of a bridge over the Chesapeake. This bridge has brought me to and from my trips to Chincoteague over the past few year, the site of a lot of photography
It has been warmer these past few days, so I’m hoping Spring will soon be sprung! Lavender and fragrant flowers bobbing in the breeze, honey bees flitting about, and a pile of cushions on the back deck while I cozen up to a good read. The lavender is still out right now, though it’s leggy
Here I swim around. Fun is hardly found ’round here. No friends and rare food. That may be the life of the sad beta fish above, but a much larger tank in the Atlantic City Aquarium shows much happier seahorses. I think the fish at the Denver Aquarium, which I visited last Winter, were happiest,
Snow, snow, snow. Snow that falls in drifts and creeps into my heart, snow that you ball up but promptly falls apart. Snow that swirls and moves as the wind flows by snow that dancing like a flock of birds through the night sky.
In sunlight and starlight they sit by the sea They look at the ocean, And they look at me. They dance and sway with the whims of the wind, They speak and whisper of days coming again. And when I hide my face, And the light turns pale, Then they are happy, They have adventure