Plane and Sun

July 24, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Stormy

July 17, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

I Meant to Photograph the Fields

July 10, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Clouds En Route

July 3, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

Blue, Green, and White

June 19, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Weekend Sky

‘Night Moon

April 3, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Weekend Sky challenge

Following the Geese Home

January 2, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Weekend Sky with Hammad Rais

Cloud Mountain

October 31, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Weekend Sky.)

Clouds Are For Dreaming

February 28, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Don’t give me the scienceI prefer to dream floating on pillows of whitecarried over land and sea lifted sunward, inspired –no, please don’t tell me otherwise Clouds transport me, Heaven bound. (For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: clouds)

Lens-Artists: Look Up

October 2, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

I am currently obsessed with the ever-changing landscape that is the sky. Looking up has become a habit. The featured image was taken from the car while traveling – so not the best, but still the cloud images look alive. Taken from the front porch, this late afternoon, September sky is perfection: During a recent […]

Sisterly Love

It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]

Tongue Lashing

Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)

Cautionary Tale

Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)