(Store signs from Stratford, Ontario for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Store Front Signs.)
Once offering solace
a place to contemplate
Now an ominous reminder
of solitude imposed.
(For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: benches)
For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: It’s all about nature.
Countenance displays truth
a smiling pant conveys contentment
A ready smile invites a visit
spreads a familial warmth
A furrowed brow suggests concern
a child’s uncertainty during lockdown.
Words can offer intent
but expression speaks so much more.
(For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge: Heads or facial features.)
Driving the neighbourhood, streets are deserted, but the spirit of the residents shines through – art posted in windows, chalk drawings on sidewalks, and front porch art. The lengths people go to encourages me. The best of humankind is shining through.
My challenge this week was contribution, and as always your contributions have warmed me. Borrowing from each participant, I offer you:
We contribute to enlighten –
drops in a vast ocean-
the sick await
risk the fall
for the betterment of all,
an offering of hope.
Thanks to all who joined in:
(I’m also linking this up with Cee’s Hunt for Joy Challenge: Paint your front door.)
See you tomorrow for a new challenge.
Goldeneyes scurry out of sight,
marvellous but skittish visitors
A Downy’s rat-a-tat captures my eye
his squeaky-toy pitch eliciting a smile
The greatest capture of all
the elusive Kingfisher, caught mid trill
(For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge: birds)
My childhood home was surrounded by fence, bordered by tall cedars – we had a secret to keep. I learned not to trust neighbours. I learned the price of shame.
At the back of the yard was a gate that opened onto a field and beyond that a wooded area. There I found serenity, connection, and a knowledge that what happened within my father’s fortress was not the totality of life.
I like gates.
I vowed not to need fences, that my life would be an open gate, but that was senseless. I was accessible to anyone who wanted to trample my garden.
Took a few dents and whole lot of pain for me to realize that gates and fences coexist for a reason. Boundaries are healthy, and at certain times, locks are mandatory.
(Photos for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: fences and gates. Thoughts part of my process. I’ve been obsessively photographing fences and gates recently. I’ve been sketching them too, trying to figure out the draw. Guess now I know why.)
Here’s one of my sketches:
Don’t give me the science
I prefer to dream
floating on pillows of white
carried over land and sea
lifted sunward, inspired –
no, please don’t tell me otherwise
Clouds transport me,
(For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: clouds)
A walk in nature reduces life-sized problems
to ant-like awe – an open secret often ignored.
I travel back roads, am humbled by
the power of farm machines,
the vastness of the sky.
Gratitude larger than this limiting skin.
A mid-morning glide
geese on frosted river
A glance bank at Summer
cone flowers snugly coupled
Two tasty treats, memories
of late October tricks…
(For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: two of anything.)