Time stands still; we waitthe noise of speculation stark contrastto the reality that confronts us Where do we go from hereand what authority to trustand in this imposed solitude can we find the strengthof reflection, the courageto follow an inner lead? Be safe out there all. Inspired by the promptings of Eugi’s Causerie: courage; and […]
So many questions cluttering my mind –numbers and guidelines: Stay Inside! I crave the single mindedness of a plantwhose nature tends towards sunlight and contemplate the stillness of mosswondering if it too feels the inquietude And gaze on with envy as a solo flight passesyearning to taste the freedom of escape. Life has become so […]
A walk in nature reduces life-sized problemsto ant-like awe – an open secret often ignored. I travel back roads, am humbled bythe power of farm machines, the vastness of the sky. Gratitude larger than this limiting skin. (For Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy challenge: make yourself small; Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: roads; […]
The path before me titillates –beckoning hues, rolling hills –I set my lens on discovery. My heart belongs to this land –lush landscapes, and dynamic seasons –here I’ll stay till shadows succumb to night. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: landscape.)
I cast my shadow over white banksassert my presence, proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted golf coursesand colour in a monochrome season I am haunted by a Winter state of mindresolved to stretch myself despite creeping chill. (Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is winter scenes. This Winter I am challenging myself to endure a season […]
How many winter walksended with burrs mattedin curly Wheaton hair;how you wriggledto escape the grooming,how we laughed at yourjokester antics? Your spirit still fillsthe empty spaces,I hear the jingle of your collar, catcha whiff of terrier fluff,pull on an invisible leashwhenever I encounter burrs. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]