A texture that changes
And dances
With the slightest movement of air
And the forever pull of gravity
Clear
Yet, reflective of light
Solid
Or part of the air that influences it
A texture within and that which surrounds our lives
It’s there to behold in all of its’ changing textures
Enjoy the day
A new season in upon us
As the leaves emerge
Time to look for slight moment
Of spots on leaves and twigs
To slowly approach
Before they hop or fly away
If I could only get them to turn my way
Maybe I get some head shots
And not get bite or strung
I wonder, is someone up there
Looking down at me here
With my feet on the ground
As I watch them up there
As they make their way
To somewhere else
Should we wave to each other?
Books, whether fiction or not
Usually are telling you the story of the main characters
In a time and place
Yet in the background
There are those side stories
That fill in spaces
The main characters evolve around
In “Where’s Waldo” we search for Waldo and his friends
Glancing at all the other stories as they unfold
We and all living things are our own main characters
Still we are just side stories in others lives
I keep Where’s Waldo? on my shelve
For it seems our world is more interesting when we search for the side stories
Remember the forest had been ablaze of color
Then all the leaves had fallen
Creating mosaic patterns on the ground
The silhouette of trees
Stand against a icy blue winter sky
Yet when we look close
We see the buds
Waiting for that season
Which brings us the hope of spring
As we stand here in the Present
Looking to the future
Our past pushes us forward
As we ripple thru time
In case you wondering the photos are of crab apple knots
A branch was cut years ago and the bark has been growing to cover over the wound
Those folds are each a new year’s growth
Life, love and destiny.
In the Name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful
memories and musings
Exploring the stories we tell ourselves and the stories we tell one another
Tale of Net Cancer
Persistence, patients, and planning will protect your pocketbook.
Hiking adventures and photography
The Triumph of Transition
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Travels of : ΰ€ : a Yogin
APNATAINMENT..πππ
Poems and Songs, etc.
I'll write before you speak.
Words in Minds
Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again
Ellen Grace Olinger
Ups and down everyday, let us make dailyliving normal.
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