Landscape Thursday : Rorschach Eating Habits

Red Bud leaf

Rorschach Ink Blot

First impression – was the leaf folded when whatever ate it?
Second impression – why can’t whatever is doing this, do its’ eating during the day when I could get a picture of it?
Third impression – It’s obvious to second impression for the eater would become the eaten – eating in the light of day

Curious Friday: An Evening At Lowes

Negative Light Rays

The day started out as a wash
Predicted showers and thunderstorms for the afternoon
Came with the morning light


By afternoon it was sun and clouds
But a threat still there
With evening a front approaches
With words like severe

Yet house colors have to be considered
So it is off to the store
I went for the ride


For there is a clear view of the sky
With fronts moving
Clouds billowing


With a setting sun
And colors in the sky


Landscape Thursday: “In lieu of flowers, the lone surviving conifer asked that donations be made to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Plants”.

“In lieu of flowers, the lone surviving conifer asked that donations be made to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Plants”.

This comment was made yesterday to one of my earlier posts ASPCP – ‘American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Plants’ click to see post </

The comment was from an article by Bill Speare called “Quincy Sideways Tree No More” at the Quincy Quarry. com click to see article
I hope you take the time to read the short article I believe he made his point and it was nice to have one of my post mentioned

DCF 1.0
DCF 1.0

Cycles and Ripples

Cycles and Ripples


Cycles within cycles, overlapping, within others
From within particle of soil to a planet traveling thru space
Something must fall for something other to arise
It is the continuing cycles for life to build up on that that had come before
Of matters so simple, of matters so complex


Like rain drops falling, into a body of water
It touches, it ripples, momentary suspended before it falls into itself
Ripples upon ripples, each from every drop
To matters so simple, to matters so complex

Post is part recycled, part addition to what my mood was a some different moment



A small city
Built upon a water line
As a hull making its’ way
Beneath the rolling waves
A skyscraper afloat
Yet one can’t help but wonder
Even given displacement of water
Which side should be up?



It is a matter of orbits and tilts
Of light verses dark
Warm over cold
A means of survival


To flourish
When all things seem alive
To hibernate
When life is frozen against the low angle light


Each morning the sun moves along the horizon
It is that season
As day equals night


To awaken
Out of a den
To emerge from the mud
Or beneath the matted leaves
Whether the earth is ready or not


Life is stirred
Weaken, yet hopeful
To what life offers ahead