Cardinal Joy

January 12, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Five male cardinals greeted me this morning. Vivid splashes of red against the grey backdrop of Winter. Always a delight.

Wisps and a Jet Stream

January 9, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Same day, different views. Weekend Sky

Sip, Sip

January 7, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: cups or glasses.

Water, Water, What Fun!

January 6, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge and Photos by Jez: water, water everywhere.)

Squirrel and Deer

January 3, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A couple of locals for Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: animals.

Anticipation

December 22, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There was to be no tree – both of us lying low – but the granddaughters arrived and with their unique flair, decorated. We cancelled getting together, but then all the adults acquired rapid test kits, and now there is talk of gathering again, but the COVID numbers are rising, so… we wait. Presents under […]

Pairs

December 6, 2021.Reading time 1 minute.

They may appear to be an unlikely match, but when we ventured out on the road in our forty-one foot motor home, we christened her “Hoo Gnu”. The owl speaks for herself. Sven was the closest thing we could find to a gnu in a stuffy. These birds are definitely matching sets; For Cee’s Black […]

Mushroom and Icy Web

December 5, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: closeup or macro

There’s a Story Here

December 1, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Summer: the time when young legs learn teamwork, and young wings learn to fly. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: One image, one story.)

Oh, the places I’d go…

November 15, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

…if only I had wings… (For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Anything that flies)

The River

There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]

Flock

Blossoming

It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.