day dream

summers extreme drought

creates a dream . visions of a cool soaking rain

water drops on earth . whether moving or in stillness

sparkle upon leaves . bowing blooms . softly remembering

we are in the deep grip of a heat/dry spell . these from my archives . to encourage

darkness comes

do not find fear in the dark . search for comfort often called quiet and calm

do not envision only darkness . picture stretching pines embracing a moon

do not hide from the dark . step out into the warm night and let it envelope you

do not take darkness for granted . feel awe standing on summer hot concrete with it

sharing these moments at The Wellspring today ...

twenty seven

what will be your joyous discovery on this day ?

mine are often as I choose . usually simple & common



blue thread on an old wooden spool . unique cloth . light summer wine




string left long and able to flutter .. just because it will . friday moments

patterns from a faraway home . creative silence

happy photos and feelings

painted word

the brush is dry . relish the absence of color . twigs with swirls . ivory twine . soft tissue paper

you and me

some of us are still budding while others have lost a bloom or two along the way



the joy comes each moment we sway side by side in the field of life

twenty six

taking the time . to capture the soft shadows . we sit with empty space ...



... to whitewash a twig . relish handmade papers . embrace the blue bird song




time with a strand of thread . to sit near a window rooted in atmosphere



time in the memory of nesting . a wish to you all a marvelous week ending

light of day

when the tired weight of a day

mingles with the familiar weight of the camera

sky fills with gold and depth . ribbon of dark and light

evening arrives . wishes drift softly in the air

ode to a peach

you may know putting away

groceries is not my favorite task

often I attempt to make it more enjoyable



in the sun ~ it made me smile . with the leaf still attached




in the shadow ~ of a smooth table by a window overlooking a wild garden




in the water ~ a cool stream washing it clean . drenching me as well



in the towel ~ soft and frayed soaking up droplets of water . ready to eat

in the creamy dish ~ juicy and meant to savor . while the rest of the groceries call

twenty five

patience . at times not my forte . a new chance daily

tea bag simple birds whisper transparent encouragement

as a year long project approaches midway .. the first of July already

curtains are added . bubbles fill the room . rain drums on tin

I sip tea and imagine them into birds . dreaming

who may love a poetic giveaway

happy weekend to you all

i recall the day

right before the magnolia tree was gone . from heat and neglect

as the wind whistled around my ankles in the softness that is five o clock

and barefooted warmth clung to the soles of my feet

I gingerly crossed the street to capture the textures and colors

aching to keep it alive . realizing with a click of the camera . this was one way I could

. . . .

sharing the blooms and buds and ache at imperfect prose this week