At sunset the light
takes on a more golden hue
as closings can sometimes do.
~
The golden hour
yields gracefully to gloaming
bringing photographers joy.
At sunset the light
takes on a more golden hue
as closings can sometimes do.
~
The golden hour
yields gracefully to gloaming
bringing photographers joy.
Dogwoods and Sweet Haw
illuminate the woodlands
with startling dappled white.
~
Our eyes widen in
gratitude for them and all
the wonders of Spring.
Tiny flowers shine
in the sun, having
defied the first lawn mowing.
~
No kings to foil;
so potentilla settles
for confounding lawn mowers.
Poetry captures
all those things that pictures can’t
in less than a thousand words.
~
Photographers might
say that pictures are a form
of visual poetry.
A love of learning
is fine. Applying what’s learned
is even better.
~
Applying lessons
that are learned too easily
is often impossible.
Regarding flora,
Japanese Wisteria
in Bamboo screams invasive!
~
That’s double trouble
for sure, but why must they look
so good together?
It won’t be long til
the heat we longed for becomes
more than we asked for.
~
Perceptions of heat,
much like perceptions of cold,
are largely state dependent.
Startling fuchsia
Redbuds, contrasting sharply
beside chartreuse new spring leaves.
~
There’s a place for each
and each is distinctly its
quite colorful self.
If I could, I would
get off this rollercoaster
and drift on calm seas.
~
Do you crave demise?
This ride doesn’t stop until
entropy takes you!
Walking in the woods
on this balmy spring evening,
saddened by scattered debris.
~
Nature’s loveliness
marred by human carelessness –
a sad reminder…