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Inspiration from within ~ a fire that animates spirit to express sensations thoughts emotions. Informed by life music, poetry, stories paintings, drawings, photography, dance motion color light trees, flowers, birds snails, butterflies, bears running rivers, tranquil lakes surging oceans … Continue reading
lake water always moving transparent liquid wind riffles sunshine clouds water colors ~~~~~ Wishing everyone safe harbor, as we navigate uncharted waters.🐾 ~~~~~ All photos taken with my iPhone 7, while in my sister and brother-in-law’s boat fishing at Odell Lake, … Continue reading
Summer blossoms fade, as fruit and seed ripen into autumn’s brilliance, while fields and gardens bulge with nature’s bounty. As our sun sets ever-farther southwest, days shift cooler – nights longer. Rich cinnamon scents from fallen fruit and withering berries swirl with woodsmoke … Continue reading
American Apartheid–Lindy Le Coq – June 3, 2020 Four hundred years of suppression, black men and women raped and murdered for being. Jim Crow still alive in red-lined housing, unfunded schools, three strikes – you’re out, stop & … Continue reading
From fathomless depths, after months in her belly, heaps of human generated trash … Continue reading
Trust a precious commodity invaluable like time and water.
“…I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder…” “…and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right…” “…and I am waiting for forests and animals to reclaim the earth as theirs…” “…and I am waiting for … Continue reading
Once again I am in a place where, even with my personal hot-spot cell connection, I’m unable to load photos onto my blog, or look at the ones my WordPress friends are offering for view! Grump!! Not sure if there’s … Continue reading
sun slides low in sky stands still – winks – turns about-face as earth and moon whirl In response to Frank J Tassone Haikai challenge #12 — winter solstice.
“Just like moon and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.” Maya Angelou Ascend