Communing with water and light and rocks . . .

Late afternoon light

mid-coast Maine

the air so clear

Owl's Head

You want to step in that water

and

climb on those rocks

don't you?

xx

Communing with Flowers

Summer:  Maine

The flowers have erupted

all the more appreciated

after the browns and grays of winter

the colors so rich and pure

the petals intricate and lush

or

pure and simple

Nothing we create is as perfect

but

we

keep 

attempting

. . .

in 

story

or

art

but

what a high bar

nature

sets

and

I'll bow

to that

xx

Communing With Rope

Spring almost summer

in this Maine coastal town:

blooming rope

!

I didn't need rope, but this display made me wish I did. I stood there for a long time admiring the colors, wondering what I might use some for.  I couldn't decide.

When I joined my husband at the checkout, I saw that he had chosen a length of red and yellow rope.  

"What's it for?"

"Dunno.  Something."

Love that length of rope. Not sure why.

xx

Father's Day

Love that dad.

xx

Communing With the Birds

At our last house

a squirrel visited each morning

pausing to check out what I was doing

Here in Maine

a bright red cardinal visits

such a beautiful flash of brilliance

against all the lush green.

xx

Reflections

Inside and Outside

in Maine

Sometimes

I need to take a break from

words.

If I tried to describe this photo

I would ruin it.

xx

Bears

Meet Joe (left) and Cream (right)

brother and sister

They're three feet tall

and beloved by our grandchildren

and me

Some people seem surprised

that we brought them along

with us 

when we moved recently

What?

How could we not?

When I am old and ailing

I want these two nearby.

xx