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I could not capture the yellow colors and streamers I saw. Perhaps that was the whisper. The brief moment of sun piercing the cloud quilt was too bright. A beckoning beacon created from the dissolution of details. Sweet sweet…..
Light dances with the water. Light paints the predawn sky. Light uncloaking sleeping reflections. A morning pause and reminder to honor darkness and light’s union. The beauty within the dance.
He looks prehistoric in his camouflaged armored looking body. You have to look hard to see. When he takes off you think he is a brilliant yellow butterfly. May I too know stillness’s safety and protection. More importantly, may I not fear to greet life, others, or whispers upon the wings of beauty and…..
While watering my plants, my eyes were drawn to this flower. I retrieved my camera so I could see. When the enlarged image appeared my smile likewise was enlarged. I pondered going back out and gifting the bloom more room to spread. And then the whisper… “A…..
I have looked at paintings and drawings with absolute wonder as to the painter’s eye, touch, and ability to bring to life images of life. How do they see? How does their brain work? How does the eye’s image flow into their brain and then through their…..
Glass bricks and sun dancing as the day begins to fold into night. Like watching clouds so many images flow through the glass… a tree, a sun rising over a mountain, leaves, waves, a fairy or angel with arms outstretched, a snowman, a heart, a caterpillar, and…..
Their white fire nakedness flames up and out. Their uninhibited dance twists, folds, and dares to lie surrendered upon the ground. To see them now is like an ultra sound of spring’s waiting birth. And what is the whisper? Spring, summer and even fall are the presentation…..
A prickly tumble weed not yet released to tumble. The hardness of stone. When touched by the sun gift the softness of a palette and art. Oh that the sun would likewise touch my often prickly hardened presence.
She blends in with the other stark trees from late fall to early spring. Soon, her chameleon backdrop will be flush with green. She will stand in the starkness of her exception to spring. But one cannot deny wondering her prowess and beauty she must’ve once known……
Oh my little friends, you are so very different. One so crisp and bright, studying the bounty of seed before you. The other blurred with legs perfectly stilled. Your color changed by your motion and your feathers look like fingers spread. It is almost like you are…..
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